Soren's mind raced as he watched the tide turn.
He thought back to everything he knew about Mora.
During their first encounter, she had projected words directly into his mind—a telepathic intrusion that felt like another person sat in your mind.
But this was different.
By using her Second Form, she wasn't sending information; she was stealing it.
She was copying Bloodshine's immediate memories as they formed—every muscle twitch, every tactical intent, and every rehearsed strike.
Mora moved with eerie, and pre-calculated ease.
As Bloodshine swung her dagger in a high arc, Mora was already ducking before the blade even moved.
"They is no need to struggle so much. I can see it, all. The moves you will make..." Mora's eyes glowed. "Your muscle memory on every training... they can't escape my eyes.
When Bloodshine attempted a low sweep, Mora leapt over it with her eyes closed, her twin blades biting into Bloodshine's forearms in the transition.
