Accepting her challenge, Liam's body responded with honed instinct. His surroundings faded into irrelevance as his focus narrowed to Elly.
The couch behind him vanished as he summoned his Armor of Thorns. His hand reached out, materializing the Talon Strike.
With a swift movement, the weapon seamlessly divided into dual blades.
Without hesitation, he lunged forward, the world blurring as he closed the distance between them.
His right arm swung in a fierce vertical slash aimed at Elly's torso, an opening move designed to test her reaction.
In response, Elly sidestepped his attack. Her hair, caught in the brief gust his blade created, fluttered like dark silk, the strands mere inches from the deadly edge.
Capitalizing on his momentum, Liam's left arm followed through with a horizontal slash, aiming to catch her.
But she thwarted his expectations again, her form dissolving into nothingness, evading his blade with ease.
