Flawless

When they reappeared, their weapons blurred through the air with unfathomable speed.

Then, their blades clashed.

There was only one word to describe it.

Apocalyptic.

The very fabric of the world trembled beneath the force of their first strike, as if on the brink of annihilation.

This was no mere duel, it eclipsed every battle that had come before.

Then they moved.

But this time, they did not blur.

They moved so fast that even afterimages failed to form, their speed defying perception itself.

When they clashed, it was not with the chaos of a storm but with its sheer, unrelenting force.

There was no hesitation.

No probing for weaknesses.

Their blades wove through the air in an intricate, ceaseless dance, an endless cycle of attack and counter, striking like the twin edges of a relentless scissor.