Amelia's katana sang through the air with a sharp sound as she drove it downward.
The attacker leaned back, letting the blade graze his cloth.
He spun, delivering a kick straight towards Amelia's rib.
Amelia ducked beneath the kick, her body moving to his left as she planted her free hand into his face.
His body flew through the kitchen, smashing against the dining table before coming to a halt.
The table broke into splinters and fragmented planks under his weight.
Slowly, he raised his head from the pile of wood that lay above him.
Amelia was already before him, her leg already blurring towards his face.
Boom.
The kitchen floor shook as the attacker caught her leg with his hand.
The power behind the attack sent a tremor that travelled from his palm to his spine.
Under the forceful tremor, he could not help but wince in pain.
Amelia pulled her leg back, bringing her sword down in the same breath, towards his head.
He parried once again, with the back of his palm.
