Retribution
I dodged her first strike, twisting to deflect the second, the steel grazing close enough to taste.
Her eyes burned—focused, calm despite her injuries. Each strike followed the next with precision, her breathing steady, her movements sharp. She wasn’t reckless. She was measured, waiting for the one mistake.
But I gave her none.
Instead, I played defense. I let her swing, let her blades scatter that stones and send them flying. I blocked each and every of her move with ease.
“You’re slower than I thought,” I taunted, sidestepping another thrust.
Her mouth curled into a grim line. “You’re just too scared to fight back.”
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