She was faster.
Wind-imbued footwork propelled her forward like a hurricane. She struck from the right where Kael pivoted. A bladed gust tore past his ribs.
He parried the next strike, their swords clanging like thunder, sparks flying in arcs around them.
He didn't match her power. He matched her angle letting force slide off as he deflected without using reflection.
No matter what he can't use reflection cause Adele had seen it clearly.
Adele rotated mid-air, spinning into a downward slash.
Kael ducked, hexagram lines flashing under his boots that made him slide but it was manage.
His foot slid sideways, and he launched up, twisting his blade in a spiral slash to her back.
She blocked it just in time, her blade trembling from the strange rotational force.
"Your movements—!" she hissed.
Kael didn't give her time to speak. He flipped back and hurled a short throwing knife, not to injure—but to draw her eye.
Adele knocked it away—but Kael had vanished again.
