Tasora moved like a speed demon.
Lightning snapped under her feet, and the ground gave up trying to keep up.
One moment she stood across the field and the next, she was already within Maku's range.
Maku split.
Two, then four versions of his body doubles peeled away from the original body in a fuzzy blur.
His loom, a katana, rang as every copy drew in perfect sync, blades flashing from different angles.
Tasora smiled.
She vanished and rammed straight into them like a flashing pinball.
One Maku took the hit and dissolved on impact, bursting apart into motes of light.
Another caught Tasora's kick and was launched backward, skidding before flickering out.
The real Maku slid low beneath the chaos, katana sweeping for Tasora's legs.
Lightning cracked.
Tasora twisted mid-motion and brought her heel down.
The ground detonated.
Maku was thrown clear, rolling hard before forcing himself upright, breathing fast, blood streaking his lip.
