And then, it began.
In the blink of an eye, Zephyra vanished from her position, leaving only a fleeting whisper of air in her wake.
Her blade swept forward with lightning speed, a flash of steel aimed directly at Aaaninja's chest.
Confident in her unparalleled swiftness, Zephyra believed her opponent could not even comprehend her movement, let alone react to it.
Yet, a resounding clang of metal against metal shattered the silence, as Aaaninja blocked her strike effortlessly, his expression unchanged, his posture unyielding.
Zephyra's eyes flickered with surprise, a fleeting moment of disbelief crossing her mind as her opponent matched her speed.
But her reaction was swift, unfazed, she renewed her assault.
Her wrist became a blur, the blade flashing with a vicious, rhythmic speed, slicing at every vulnerable point on Aaaninja's body in a heartbeat.