Steel rang out as Natalie pressed forward, blade arcing low then snapping high in the same breath.
"Hupp!"
Loid pivoted, boots scraping dust, his sword catching the strike a hair from his collar.
"You're not holding back today," he said, voice steady despite the force behind her swing.
It was apparent he has grown better at this. And it was all thanks to the girl he was fighting currently.
"Why should I?" Natalie's grin flashed sharp. She drove in again, three quick strikes stacked on top of each other, wrist twisting to vary the angles.
Each one rang off his guard like a hammer testing a wall.
Loid gave ground, one step, then another, reading the rhythm. She was faster than last duel, hungrier too.
With every battle coming to a draw had her frustrated.
He let her close the distance, baiting her into a fourth strike she didn't need to throw.
She threw it anyway.
