The two Techniques collided at the halfway point between the fighters and blew up, erupting in a shower of red and silver sparks. Hadjar continued to stand there, looking calm, but the girl, shouting a battle cry, rushed in with a swift lunge.
She burst out of the cloud of sparks and fell upon him with a series of rapid-fire strikes. Her movements were fast enough to blur together and become a ghostly dance of barely perceptible shadows. And yet, Hadjar was faster.
Rather, he was much calmer and had kept a cool head. Instead of three unnecessary movements, he made only a single one. He always let the blade pass dangerously close to his body to conserve energy.
No matter how hard the girl tried, her simple strikes, which made it look as if they were just sparring, couldn’t hurt Hadjar. H
