Silas appeared before Lilura, his katana arcing downward towards her shoulder in a violent whistle that could deafen any normal person.
Lilura vanished.
The katana sliced through the bed beneath cleanly, like butter against a hot knife.
Silas's eyes flicked through the room, finding Lilura who had appeared in a corner.
"Are you angry?" She asked, her voice melodic and sweet as it reverberated in his ear.
Silas said nothing. He tried to steady his breathing and calm his heart.
"Your heart is beating too fast," Rion reminded him.
Silas ignored the warning, his leg kicking against the tiles as he darted forward, sword held straight to pierce through Lilura's throat.
The floor creaked, groaning under their combined weight before it gave way beneath them, erupting upward in shards of sharp tiles.
Lilura flashed a grin at Silas from behind her war axe.
Silas's katana still rested against the axe's flat.
