Two people stood facing each other. They were Sel in his sect uniform, holding twin sabers. His expression was as calm as always, but his eyes held a certain readiness. The other person was Apollonia, with her hair tied up in a bun, and her wings spread, ready.
The air between them felt... still, as if something was waiting to snap. Sel exhaled slowly, his twin sabers lowering just a fraction as his eyes locked onto Apollonia's stance. She stood tall and balanced, her wings slightly raised to react at a moment's notice.
"Come," she said simply, her eyes glowing with a piercing and bright gold light.
Sel didn't hesitate and moved.
CRACK!
The ground split beneath his feet as he shot forward, his body low, sabers angled for a cross strike. His speed was sharp, precise... no wasted motion, and no excess force. It was clean and efficient. Apollonia's eyes glinted.
Her wings gave a subtle beat, and her body rose just enough for Sel's blades to slice through empty air.
FWISH!
