*The Moonlight Swordsman (XVIII)*

Looking at me, Zeva's lips curled into a grin that was anything but sane. Her eyes glinted with a strange unsettling excitement.

...she's back to being insane.

"You're hiding something," she declared, gripping her dual swords tighter. "Come on, Aestrea! Show me what you're keeping from me! Don't disappoint me now!"

I knew it...

Fuck.

She lunged forward, her swords whistling through the air.

CLANG!

I barely managed to block her twin blades, one aimed at my neck, the other at my ribs. The impact rattled my arms, but I held firm, twisting to parry the next strike aimed at my shoulder.

Her left blade swept low toward my knees while her right arced toward my chest.

SHING!

I sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the low sweep, and raised my sword to deflect the high strike.