As Williams closed the distance, his sabre screamed towards Asher's throat, the air slicing apart in his wake. Asher didn't rush; he stayed calm as he stared at the incoming attack, and at the last possible moment, he took a step back, dodging the attack with zero wasted movement.
Williams, seeing his first attack miss, linked another attack immediately, his sabre changing path mid-motion as he slashed again, but at Asher's chest this time, with an accuracy that spoke of both intent and discipline refined through endless practice.
