Miller darted, his body beating against the wind at a speed so fast that Mira and Billie could not follow him.
His sword swung up, catching a downward slash aimed over Mira's body.
The floor beneath him cracked, web-like fissures forming along the surface.
Mira's clothes were blown up under the oppressive wind their clash released.
The attacker looked at Miller with a quiet smile, pulling his sword back and slashing towards his neck simultaneously.
Miller moved again, his second sword appearing in his hand.
He caught the attack with the flat of his blade.
He skidded, only slightly.
The attacker withdrew, leaping a few meters to the back.
A whistle passed the space where he had just been moments ago.
Billie's katana caught empty air.
Mira was already moving.
Her dagger blurred forward, towards the attacker's chest.
Clang.
A chime rang through the air but it was buried within the chaos of the streets.
Mira leapt back, reaching Miller and Billie in a single step.
