She moved and instead of moving backwards like he always do, he moved forward halting her in the midst of her attack.
Clang!
He caught it. Perfect parry. His arm vibrated from the force, but he was already countering with a rising elbow aimed at her ribs. She twisted midair—how?—and landed like a feather just behind him.
'How'. Not at what Lunethra did but how his body seems to be free, the previous shackles of fear rolling down the drain.
He pivoted, slashing low. She blocked, and the air cracked with the force of their clash.
For six seconds, they were motion incarnate—strike, block, feint, sweep. Zephyr's form constantly being tossed around.
He moved a few meters due to the power behind Lunethra's attack, only his left hand blurred as it moved to counter-attack and counter all the attack delivered by Lunethra.
