Private Fighty Friends

She felt like she knew what was coming but she could never be certain. Years of fighting had ingrained certain strategies in the girl yet somehow, this male was different. His composure, his movents, his aura were all quick and fluid-like - as unpredictable as a tide swept onto land. By the time he initiated is attack, it was too late for Luna.

Leaping into the air, she managed to dodge his tail and avoid what she presumed was most of the impact from his sword. Still, his sword scathed her with a surprising amount of impact. After a swift backflip in the air, she landed square on her feet, her waist stinging slightly from the contact. With this she learnt one more thing - his sword was not as sharp as she first assumed but was sturdy nonetheless. Letting out a huff, she flicked a few stray strands of hair off her face as she approached him yet again - this time in a much more cautious manner.

Her moments were languid, intendedly so. She kept her sword close to her chest as she initiated a series of sharp slashes in rapid succession, hoping for a better gauge of his strength and attacking skill.

At this point, it was clear to her that there was sinply no way she could win without tapping into her magical capabilities - Xenos simply exceed her in probably every aspect of physical prowess. Taking in a sharp inhale, she felt the world slow around her. A foreign strength surged through her veins as she bent her knees, lowering her centre of gravity to brace herself for the incoming onslaught.

As he circled her, she found herself finally being able to match his speed as she rapidly parried his slashes in an attempt to push him back to defensive.

“Now how’s that for a challenge, dear?”

She begun to become more adventurous with her strikes, putting in more power that easily surpassed her previous limits.

”Darling, once I’m done with you, you wont even be able to lift a finger.” Admittedly, the girl felt a touch of confidence at his withdrawal but she knew better than to let her guard down. The distance between them was getting a little too close for her comfort - she might not be able to react quick enough to anything he might have up his sleeve.

Sure enough, Luna barely managed to parry his slash as she leaped backwards to a safe distance away. She hadn’t been able to so much as scratch him. That alone was frustrating, yet it made her all the more intrigued. The girl conformed to a defensive stance once more, her right foot placed firmly in front of her left as her sword was held protectively in front of her. She wanted to know more, no, she needed to know more.

In a flash, she willed herself to shift into light, materialising behind Xenos almost instantaneously. With a sharp exhale, she made a horizontal slash, aimed for his left shoulder. A part of her knew such a move would prove to be futile yet perhaps, just perhaps the element of surprise would let the attack follow through.

Luna didn't intend to use much magic but fighting Xenos made that quite near impossible. She felt the tug of his tail on her calves as she fell unceremoniously to the ground. With no time left to scramble to her feet, she simply rolled to a side as she pushed herself up, instantly keeping her rapier poised as she turned to face the other. A simple smile donned on her lips as she silently regarded his skill. No need for words nor sentiments - now was her turn to attack.

Curling her fingers, she reached out to the surrounding light, grasping them as if she were an artisan at a loom as she weaved the lingering threads of luminescence create her own weapon. Four icicle-like structures gleamed as they zipped through the air targeting Xenos's chest. It wouldn't be deadly if they managed to hit their mark but it would definitely leave a bruise or two. Meanwhile, the girl herself silently tuned her body to the surrounding light, appearing as nothing more than a smudge on the canvas of his vision. Quietening her footsteps, she sheathed her blade and advanced, aiming a sweeping kick at his legs once she closed the distance between them.