In the blink of an eye, Asher and Hillary materialized at a single point in space, rapiers drawn, their rapier gleaming with lethal intent. Like twin cobras striking in perfect synchronicity, their hands shot forward, both aiming for the same point, at the same moment.
A sharp clang shattered the stillness as the tips of their rapiers collided. The very air at the point of impact shrieked in protest before erupting outward in a concussive burst.
Their garments fluttered violently from the shockwave, yet neither combatant yielded ground. Eyes locked, they stood as mirrored reflections, two minds sharing one rhythm, one intent, one moment.
Though their feet remained rooted, their arms blurred into motion, unleashing a relentless storm of thrusts. Each strike was met with another, a flawless counter, as steel kissed steel again and again in a savage ballet of speed and strength.
