Uriel and Gabriel's clash kept escalating...fast, brutal, unpredictable.
Neither of them slowing.
Neither of them giving.
It should've pulled all my attention in.
It almost did.
But something in my chest tightened....
And my gaze shifted.
To the other screen.
Pelushra.
"…Oh."
The difference hit immediately.
No explosions of force.
No reckless lunges.
No wasted movement.
She stood there, rapier in hand....slender, elegant, its blade etched with faintly glowing divine runes that pulsed like a heartbeat.
Michael faced her.
Composed.
Focused.
And already...
On the defensive.
Pelushra moved.
No.
That wasn't right.
She didn't move.
She flowed.
One moment she stood in a relaxed stance, her grip light, almost delicate....
The next....
She was already in front of him.
Clink.
Their blades met.
Michael blocked.
Barely.
The impact rang out, sharper than it should've for something that looked so… soft.
"…Fast," I whispered.
No...
Not just fast.
Seamless.
