Asher saw the wind barrier around Instructor Jane shatter like fragile glass, and instantly her form burst into a storm of motion. The moment he saw this, his senses screamed like never before, warning him of the danger that approached like a divine whisper of death carried by the wind.
Instantly, he saw Jane's sabre multiply midair as she slashed forward, as though he had stepped into an illusion where time fractured and reality bent under the sheer pressure of her speed. Asher's purple eyes sparkled as he watched her, Jane was still using the limits of their speed, yet she had applied a different concept to her speed limits, transcending ordinary motion and stepping into something far more refined.
