The full moon shone brightly in the sky, illuminating the training field atop an isolated mountain.
The sound of blades clashing reverberated across the landscape, a chaotic melody created only by two high-caliber warriors.
Scarlet, the strongest vampire, moved with supernatural elegance, her slender sword gleaming like liquid silver under the moonlight. On the other side stood a red-haired woman, exuding brute strength that rivaled Scarlet's lethal grace.
Her movements were precise, her broad blade resembling a fragment of pure destruction.
Scarlet smiled, a mix of respect and provocation. "You're getting faster, Scathach. Maybe, someday, you'll actually land a hit on me."
Scathach let out a dry laugh, spinning quickly to dodge and counterattack. "I don't need to hit you, Scarlet. I just need to learn enough so the next one to wield my strength will defeat you."
