The training yard echoed with the sharp clang of steel meeting steel, the impact sending vibrations through Raze's arms that made his bones ache. Oziel's blade came around again immediately, giving no quarter as he pressed the assault with speed that pushed Raze's Combat Reflex to its absolute limits.
Clang clang clang!
"Your footwork is sloppy," Oziel barked, his Master Peak cultivation making even his instructional strikes carry enough force to send Raze stumbling backward. "You're telegraphing your movements three steps ahead. Any competent opponent will read you like a children's book."
Raze adjusted his stance, trying to incorporate the correction while simultaneously defending against strikes that came from angles he could barely perceive. His Azure Edge moved in desperate arcs, intercepting attacks that would have ended the bout if they'd connected cleanly.
