Then, one dummy broke from the pack. It charged at me, its movements fluid, holding a wooden sword identical to mine. It didn't just run; it moved with purpose.
I positioned my katana, my feet settling into a stable stance, ready for its attack.
The first attack came, a sharp, precise thrust aiming straight for my chest.
Fast. Faster than a human of its supposed level should be.
I sidestepped, the wooden sword tip whistling past my ribs.
I felt the displacement of air against my shirt.
It didn't pause. It twisted its wrist, the thrust seamlessly transforming into a horizontal slash aiming to take my head off.
I ducked down, the blade passing over my hair, and simultaneously slashed at its legs.
The dummy deflected my blow with a quick, downward parry, but the force of my swing pushed it back a step, upsetting its balance.
I took that chance, surging forward to thrust my katana into its exposed torso.
