The swordsman moved like it wasn't bound by joints.
No prep. No tension in the shoulders. Just a clean slide across the stone, sword already halfway through an arc before anyone breathed.
Senna stepped forward and vanished.
A streak of motion. Low. Angled.
Her blade snapped up in a parry that barely caught the descending strike.
Metal screamed.
Lucen's eyes widened.
'She shouldn't have been able to block that. That was…'
"Momentum Shift," Senna hissed. Her feet slid a half-step too far before she righted. "Can't keep that up long."
The swordsman didn't care.
It twisted mid-swing and kicked off the floor, bringing the longsword across in a tight lateral sweep.
Lucen threw a glyph sideways.
[Gravitic Snap – Active]
The space behind the boss cracked. A burst of compressed force exploded outward, just sharp enough to throw the balance.
It staggered half a step.
Senna lunged.
Blade to side. Aiming between plates.
It caught her sword mid-thrust.
No hands.
