Trouble

The woman's body became a blur and she disappeared. Asher tried to find her, but before he could, a blade was already near his throat.

His instincts yelled at him and he retreated as fast as he could, dodging the sword by a hair's breadth.

"Crap, she is too fast," Asher said.

"Even for you?" Olen asked.

"I can match her speed if I put in more power, but I doubt this is the very best," Asher said.

"We don't have much of a choice, so do it and create an opening for me to strike," Olen said.

Asher decided to match her speed. He closed his eyes and gathered the lightning he would need to move at that speed.

The sword lady wasn't going to wait for Asher to do what he wanted. She shot towards him, her body disappearing once more, but this time so did Asher.

Only a spark of lightning could be seen from time to time, and the explosions caused by the clashing of swords.