Noriya stood poised, her bow held steady. He lunged again, a blur of motion, his wooden blade held high, ready to deflect the arrow he knew was coming. The arrow sang through the air, a bolt of light, and Tohgi met it head-on, deflecting the arrow's force. It's speed was immense, but Tohgi was ready. He was a whirlwind of motion; his feet barely touched the ground before he quick-stepped to another location. Noriya, however, was not fazed. She tracked his every move, her eyes like twin suns, piercing the very air around him. Each time he shifted, she followed, her bow a seamless extension of her will. And with each shift, another arrow was let loose, a streak of light aimed at Tohgi. Tohgi dodged, weaved, and rolled, his blade a constant shield against the onslaught. He was a dancer in the face of a storm, his every move an attempt to stay one step ahead of the light that pursued him.
