Milo vs sera part 2

Minutes stretched on, the sand beneath them churned into a chaotic mess of footprints and shallow trenches from their relentless dance

Sera landed a glancing blow to Milo's wrist, her knuckles digging into the tendon with enough force to make his grip falter for a split second

She seized the moment, spinning into a high kick aimed at his temple, her heel cutting through the air like a scythe

Milo ducked just in time, the wind of her kick ruffling his hair, and dropped low, sweeping his sword toward her legs in a desperate counter

Sera leapt over the blade, her body twisting mid-air with acrobatic precision that drew a collective gasp from the stands, landing in a crouch as she launched herself at him again, aiming a palm strike at his ribs

The blow connected, her palm slamming into his side with a force that made Milo grunt, the air rushing from his lungs as he staggered back