Right now, Zeva stood in front of me, her eyes burning with madness and excitement. She licked her lips, both hands gripping her twin blades tightly.
The steel shone under the light, and I could almost hear the hunger in her breathing.
"Show me, Aestrea! Don't you dare hold back!" she shouted, stepping forward with sharp speed.
The ground cracked under her feet as she rushed in.
Clang!
Her right sword came at my chest with a heavy slash, but I tilted my blade and pushed it aside.
At the same time, her left sword sliced low, aiming for my waist. I dropped my knee, sliding my blade down to block.
The clash rang out, steel biting against steel.
"Too wild," I said calmly, twisting my sword and sending her left blade off balance.
"Your arms don't move together yet."
Zeva only laughed.
"Shut up! That's how I fight!"
She spun, both swords flashing, as she started using a sword art that perfectly combined with her, after all... she was the one who created it.
