Rachael's small feet crossed the distance between her and Asher within a single second, her rapier streaking forward as she aimed for Asher's knees without a single moment of hesitation in her attack. The blade cut through the air with ease, its trajectory clean and merciless. Asher didn't move from his spot. His own rapier lifted calmly, intercepting her strike with the gentle ease of a master who had performed the motion countless times before.
The clash of steel rang softly through the training chamber. Yet Rachael was not deterred in the slightest. Almost instantly, she moved again, her stance shifting fluidly as her rapier tore upward toward Asher's chin, her small hands rising with deadly intent. The attack was lethal, calculated to end a fight in a single instant, but Asher remained expressionless as he blocked it once more, as though it were the simplest thing in the world.
