'How can he be this strong at this age? Even geniuses can't compare…' Jane thought as she moved, her steps light and precise, every motion as deliberate as the ticking of a clock crafted by gods. Her sabre glided through the air with effortless grace, intercepting each of Asher's rapid assaults without a flicker of strain.
She had used a rapier a few times in the past, back in the early days of her training when she had studied multiple weapon disciplines to refine her perception of combat. Because of that, she could tell with unmistakable clarity, Asher's techniques, his transitions, his footwork, even the slight adjustments in his shoulder angle before each strike, were far too refined for someone of his age and realm.
His movements were not those of a student; they were those of a warrior who had shaped his swordsmanship through a few life-and-death moments.
