No Escape

Lolchess remained silent, her face impassive. 

The bandit leader, sensing that her provocations had no effect, clenched her teeth and let out a war cry that echoed through the clearing. She launched another assault, but this time, her swordsmanship had changed. 

She adopted a low stance, her knees slightly bent, her blade in a high guard position, ready to strike. With a powerful leap, she lunged at Lolchess, executing a downward fendente strike. Her blade descended with such force that the air seemed to split around it, creating a shockwave that made the leaves of the surrounding trees tremble. 

Lolchess, with an almost ethereal fluidity, raised her sword in a tierce parry, barely deflecting the strike. The clash echoed like thunder, but her feet remained firmly rooted to the ground, absorbing the energy without wavering. Before the leader could recover, Lolchess sidestepped diagonally, evading the brutal follow-up attack.