Hadric didn't answer. His eyes sharpened as mana and Qi surged through him, flowing into perfect rhythm.
'Twin Moons Flow.'
His blades moved like twin streams of light, one guarding, the other striking. Each step flowed into the next, calm yet relentless.
Sigvar howled and swung again, his greatsword cutting wide arcs that split the air. Hadric twisted aside, spinning in close. His left sword flashed with green light as it slid across the Viking's ribs, while his right slashed across Sigvar's shoulder in one fluid motion.
Blood splattered the mud. Sigvar staggered, then threw his head back and laughed. "Hah! That's it! Show me more, Duke!"
Hadric exhaled slowly, eyes cold.
'Yin-Yang Severance Art.'
