The twins frowned, their gazes sharpening slowly as they both unsheathed their swords. Each one was narrow and almost willowy—not narrow to the point of being needle-like, but close to this in thickness alone.
In terms of blade length and width, they seemed longer than the usual sword, yet shorter than a katana. Each was easily a meter or so in length, and in the shining, shimmering snow, just as easily vanished to the naked eye as their wrists twisted and angled.
Lilac shot forward, Violet a step slow. At first, it seemed an accident until their auras hummed into one, Theron's eyes blurring as he seemed to mistake them for a single person.
By the time his eyes regained focus, he found a blade at his throat.
No, not just at his throat, but slicing into his skin. Everything was happening so fast he didn't even have the time to register the spike of pain.
Interesting.
