Cassandra had the same look on her face that she always did before she attacked.
Rex's face stayed exactly where it was, and he already could predict what was going to happen next.
Cassandra moved.
There was no warning or buildup, just the sound of both blades clearing their sheaths in the same half-second and the fact that she crossed the distance between them faster than someone her size should have.
The first strike came at a diagonal from Rex's left shoulder down toward his hip, and the second was already in motion before the first finished, a lateral cut aimed at the side of his neck with the kind of mechanical precision that didn't need anger behind it to be dangerous.
Rex was already moving before either blade arrived.
He stepped back and to the right with the exact amount of clearance needed and nothing more, because Foresight gave him the minimum required geometry to avoid being cut, rather than extra comfort room.
