Clash!
Seon's blade collided with Yako's steel fan, and a metallic screech cut through the air as sparks burst from their weapons.
Yako immediately leaned in close, her face just inches from Seon's, a sly smile on her lips as their gazes locked—Seon's brows furrowed while Yako's expression filled with mischievous delight.
"Did you know?-"
Swing!
Before Yako could finish her sentence, Seon shoved her sword forward, forcing Yako to jump back with a swift flick of her fan, a slight pout crossed Yako's face. She snapped her blue fan open, fluttering it coyly before her face.
"Oh, how cold," Yako teased, hiding her smirk behind the fan. "Don't you want to hear what I have to say?"
"I sure don't want to hear your nonsense."
Swoosh!
Seon immediately performed a vertical arc swing, as she lunged forward aiming for Yako's neck.
