Asher moved with ridiculous speed and efficiency, his velocity skyrocketing him beyond any bounds he had ever touched in both his present and past lives.
His rapier flowed like a calm yet paradoxically erratic river that knew no stop, a relentless current of precision and destruction that refused to falter. He didn't dare stop, he didn't dare hesitate, he didn't dare blink, as that motion alone would make him lose sight of his opponent, and in a battle of this scale, losing sight even for an instant was equivalent to death itself, a mistake he could not afford to make under any circumstance.
