The impact was jarring, but Cyrus held firm. He used the momentum to pivot and deliver a low slash toward the guildmaster's legs. The guildmaster leapt back, narrowly avoiding the strike. He landed lightly, his greatsword ready for the next exchange.
They continued their duel, a seamless dance of offense and defense. The guildmaster's strikes were heavy and precise, each one designed to test Cyrus's limits. Cyrus met each blow with agility and finesse, his water blade adapting to the ever-changing rhythm of the fight.
The guildmaster lunged, his greatsword aimed at Cyrus's chest. Cyrus deflected the attack, spinning to the side and delivering a swift riposte. The guildmaster blocked, countering with a horizontal slash that forced Cyrus to retreat.
