Aria's katana sliced through the air, blazing with a sharp blue light. The blade shimmered with lethal intent, like it was thirsting for blood.
Ricky didn't dare take it lightly. He quickly raised his short blade to block at an angle.
Clang!
Steel clashed against steel with a screeching ring that pierced the air.
But Ricky's brow furrowed—something felt off.
Aria's katana had already bitten into his blade, sparks flying as the pressure mounted. Then, with a sharp crack, her sword cleaved straight through his weapon.
The broken tip of Ricky's blade spun through the air before embedding itself in the ground several feet away.
"Shit!"
Gripping the broken hilt, Ricky's heart raced. His weapon was no match for hers. And that searing blue edge was still coming straight for his throat.
In a split-second reaction, he twisted his body to the side.
The pale blue tip of the katana grazed past his cheek, so close he could feel every pore on his skin sting from the near miss.
Thud!
