Mira pulled back, leaping backward just in time to avoid Marcel's horizontal cleave.
As she balanced, a dagger was already in her face, slicing through the air with a soft whistle.
Mira moved instantly, her dagger brushing Marcel's dagger to the side.
Marcel was already over her, scythe slashing in a wide horizontal cleave at her neck.
Mira's eyes widened, her body dropping on instinct.
She drove her dagger up in the same moment, thrusting at Marcel's jaw.
Marcel twisted out of the blade's path, delivering a fast kick at her torso in the same motion.
The attack connected.
Mira was hurled through the air, crashing into the door at the far end of the roof.
The door broke into splinters from the force.
Mira straightened, her body flipping to the side as Marcel's scythe cut through the space she stood just moments ago.
Mira looked at Marcel.
Marcel looked back with a calm smile.
Beside him, starlight seemed to converge, condensing into something that had form.
