From the darkness, Serah's voice echoed. "Let's see how confident you are when I strike."
Eira didn't flinch. The shadows around her flickered as Serah emerged from one, her blade aimed for Eira's throat. But before the blade could land, Eira twisted her body effortlessly, catching the attack on her sword. The force of the parry sent Serah stumbling back into the shadows.
Serah tried again, attacking from multiple angles, her strikes swift and unpredictable. But no matter how fast or precise her attacks were, Eira met each one with calculated ease. Sparks flew as their blades clashed, the sound deafening in the confined space.
"You're predictable," Eira said, her voice calm but cutting.
Serah growled in frustration, retreating back into the shadows. "Predictable? You haven't seen anything yet."
