In a streak of blinding radiance, Klaus appeared before Voryss, his massive broadsword cleaving downward toward her neck with a force so immense it seemed capable of splitting galaxies in half.
Voryss's molten-orange eyes brightened as she read the trajectory of the attack as though it were nothing more than an open book. Her body twisted with a fluid grace as she dodged, the massive broadsword tearing through the very fabric of space where her head had just been. But Voryss did not merely evade, she retaliated.
Her claws lashed forward like a barrage of javelins, streaking toward Klaus with murderous intent, as if she sought to rend him into fragments. But Klaus's reaction was instantaneous. His wrist twisted with practiced precision as he drew his broadsword back in a flash. He intercepted her strike with the flat of his blade, halting her assault with seamless mastery.
