Roman's slash was met with a swift block from Freya, her sword flashing in the simulated light. He smiled, impressed by her skill, and jumped back to create distance. Freya didn't hesitate, charging forward with a series of swift strikes. Roman dodged and weaved, his katana slicing through the air to deflect each blow. The clash of steel on steel echoed through the simulation, the two warriors lost in the rhythm of combat.
Freya's attacks were relentless, her sword dancing with deadly precision. Roman's defenses were tested, his movements becoming more fluid and precise with each passing moment. He began to anticipate her strikes, his katana meeting hers in a shower of sparks. The simulation universe seemed to fade away, leaving only the two combatants, their blades, and the will to triumph.
