Viserys immediately followed with a sweeping kick, but I blocked it with my forearm and used the opening to drive my fist toward her abdomen. She twisted at the last moment, allowing my punch to graze her side rather than land cleanly.
Before I could follow up, black Soul Force gathered in her hand and condensed into a long blade. She swung it toward me, and I responded by forming a weapon of my own from condensed Soul Force.
Our blades collided with enough force to send a metallic resonance across the battlefield, despite being formed entirely from energy.
We exchanged attacks at a speed that most of the surviving Saints could no longer follow, teleporting between positions as our movements tore through the surrounding space. One moment we were fighting above the battlefield, and the next we were crashing into the ground hundreds of meters away, leaving fresh craters wherever our clashes forced us downward.
