When two combat styles, ways of being, and manners confront each other in combat, either it is a unilateral victory or things can end badly...
Shiro could not bring out all of his skills by not carrying his Katana but a basic saber, but even so, his style and technique were impeccable, his steps precise and his drawing technique so dazzling that many would not even see him arrive. If they blink.
Jabian on the other hand, was another story. With a large body of almost two meters, muscular, he was racially mixed, a strange mix between Native American and Russian or Norwegian at least, tall, dark, blue eyes, a square jaw, perhaps the more accurate description would be a defensive player in American football. The ax in his hand, no matter how heavy it was, looked small, with those biceps like a five-liter jug of water...
