Anthony Vs Raelith-2

Anthony's figure tore through space in a flash of white, his streak matching the color of his hair. Raelith was no different, his figure was a flash of black, mirroring the shade of his own hair as they moved with breathtaking speed.

Millions of attacks had already been exchanged, yet neither had managed to injure the other. Neither had the upper hand. It was a deadlock of precision, intent, and instinct.

They stared into each other's eyes, something unspoken passing between them, an understanding that transcended words.

It was as if both of them realized the truth: everything they had done before this moment was merely a probe, a glimpse into the depths of the other's mastery in the art of the katana.

And then they moved.

With blinding speed, their figures exploded into overlapping frames of motion once again, their attacks wild and ferocious, like untamable, colossal behemoths locked in a war of blades.