Sweat formed on Wooyun's brow. His muscles burned, but he didn't stop. He jumped again, his foot planting on the wall before he kicked off it, spinning midair and bringing his blade down in a clean arc. Junghwa's eyes lit up. He raised Hyeolhwa and blocked the impact ringing through the hall.
For a moment, they stood locked, blades pressed together, faces only inches apart. Junghwa's lips curved into a faint smile. "That's more like it."
He pushed Wooyun back, his next strike coming so fast that Wooyun barely saw it. The young man dodged, barely managing to deflect the second and third attacks. His arm trembled, but his footing held.
"Don't think," Junghwa said, his tone soft but commanding. "Move."
