Facing Grimhilde, Adam's shadow stretched across the training grounds. In one moment, it stood unmoving against the two shadowy whips trying to tear his flesh asunder. In the next, it exploded into a blur of motions mirroring his precise strikes.
He swung his arm, sky-blue whip slashing across the air, the end like the open jaw of a lunging snake.
Grimhilde's eyes widened, just for a split second. Then, a crazed light ignited in their depths. "Yes. Fight back! It'll make your defiance all the more pleasurable to break."
With a sharp twist of her wrists, she pulled her weapons back, knocking Adam's whip aside in the same fluid motion.
Her next assault came like a hurricane of darkness.
Adam's eyes glowed with all their mythical might—the strength of each swing and their trajectories figured out the moment her hands moved. He matched them with calm indifference, recognising she wasn't using her full strength... yet.
