Heeding her words, Leo made the first move.
Rage fueled his swift advance, winds howling around him as he propelled forward with explosive speed.
The gusts whipped up dark snow from the frozen ground, blurring his form in a vortex of fury.
Using the wind to amplify his velocity, Leo appeared in an instant behind Jordan.
The displacement stirred violent eddies, debris pelting the air like shrapnel.
Jordan raised his blade behind his back without looking.
The parry was precise, metal clanging against an unseen strike with a resonant ring that vibrated through the void.
In an instant, Jordan spun backward.
His free hand lashed out like a viper, launching a devastating blow toward Leo's jaw.
The motion was fluid, almost effortless, the air whistling sharply from the force.
Leo tried to defend, arms crossing instinctively, but he found himself too slow.
The strike connected solidly, a bone-jarring impact that snapped his head back.
