Vaeloria lowered her blade slightly, her white fox tails swaying lazily as she stared in the direction the Ancestor had been sent flying.
Whether Macy had said those words or not… Vaeloria was dead set on testing her powers to the absolute limit.
The Ancestor of all Swords dug herself out of the rubble of the shattered mountain, breathing heavily, dust and small cuts covering her body.
Her eyes burned with a mix of shock, excitement, and growing resolve.
'This is it.... I won't falter!' She thought, but Vaeloria didn't give her time to recover.
She appeared in front of Macy in a flicker of movement, her black-and-white sword already slashing out in a clean, horizontal arc.
SCHING!
Macy barely blocked it, her own blade snapping up with a desperate clang.
The force of the clash sent sparks flying and pushed her back several meters, but this time Vaeloria didn't send her flying on purpose.
