The Queen, a figure of cold indifference, showed no concern for Asura's body. Her sword, an extension of her will, sliced through his cheek with a swift, practised motion, and in the same fluid movement, she drove it into his abdomen with a flick of her wrist. Despite straining his eyes to their limit, Asura could only catch a fleeting glimpse of her second attack.
"Asura Phoenix, do not disappoint me. You have trained with Sigurd. There is no way you are this fragile."
"..."
He couldn't respond, before her attack continued, able to twist his hips and pull back his right leg to dodge the first strike. Then, lifting the sword that his father gifted him to protect his abdomen before she slashed his body with a hail of strikes.
The scent of flowers accompanied each blow, while her eyes revealed no weakness or determined her location of attack.