I aimed my saber at him and got ready for our bloody exchange.
It was time to roll.
He was the first to move as he shot forward, faster than ever before. Our blades met in a violent clash. The sound of metal rang out like thunder while sparks flew as the storm energy in my saber met the crimson force surrounding his blade.
His wild, unorthodox style served to be the extreme opposite of Ayame's precise and disciplined approach to swordsmanship. Where she moved with the grace of a dancer, Blackjack fought like a rabid predator who was finally unleashed from his chains, making his attacks unpredictable and devastatingly powerful.
In most of my earlier sword battles, I relied on the numerous hours of training I had spent sparring with my samurai to maintain my edge in combat, but it was clear that I would have to improvise a bit with Blackjack due to the great difference between his and Ayame's approach to combat.
