*Slash.*
*Slash.*
Sweat streamed down Adrian's bare torso, tracing the hard lines of muscle as he swung the heavy blade in a clean vertical arc. The sound of steel slicing through the air echoed faintly across the open field, rhythmic and steady, almost meditative.
Each movement followed a strict pattern.
Whenever he pulled the blade back, his feet came together, grounding his stance. His grip tightened, shoulders rolling back as he drew in a sharp breath.
"Haa!"
As the blade descended again, his right leg slid forward just enough to stabilize the swing, weight shifting smoothly through his hips. There was no wasted motion. No flourish. Just repetition honed through discipline.
