For her, defeating opponents could indeed be swift, but such victories offered little gain, so Tilan chose to accept the other's provocation.
With a twist of her wrist, the silver edges of her sword beside her shattered into pieces, which then reassembled into a blue-flamed longsword with bright azure flames burning within. Specks of white light, too, sprinkled down with each swing of her sword.
"Ohh—" Anweir stretched out the syllable as she watched her signature combat style being wielded by Tilan, then she attacked fiercely.
The originally burning Orange Flame Longsword became even more tumultuous in its swings, almost melting the copper layers of the clockwork beneath, and as she swung it, the spilling flames condensed into bright yellow stars by her side. These solidified stars of flame, no longer radiating heat, followed Anweir's movements and streaked towards Tilan's position.
