"I've seen your techniques before," Riga said with a sly grin. "Your methods hold no secrets for me now—I've figured out your way of fighting."
Shahin bared his teeth and launched himself at his brother. His deadly legs flew through the air like the sharpened blades of long sabers, slicing and whistling with murderous precision. Yet Riga managed to evade every strike. Shahin was surprised but not deterred; he pressed on, his attacks relentless and charged with energy.
Each strike was accompanied by fierce cries that sent chills down the spines of the bystanders. The crowd believed Shahin held the upper hand as he initiated every move. But Riga had a plan, carefully dodging the blows and waiting for the perfect moment to strike back.
"So!" Shahin shouted between attacks, his voice filled with effort. "What are you waiting for? Attack me!"
Riga took his time to respond, then retorted with icy calm, "And you? What are you waiting for to actually hit me?"
