William's claymore moved in a silver blur, the massive blade cleaving an assassin cleanly in half from the crown of the skull down to the groin. Before the blood could even fall, William vanished in a streak of black, his figure flickering like a distorted shadow as he reappeared at the side of another assassin. His claymore tore toward the man in a ruthless arc.
A heavy metallic blast rang out as their blades collided. Sparks scattered into the air like shattered stars, the clang echoing sharply through the forest. Without exchanging a single word, the two vanished into motion, two phantoms weaving in and out as an explosive succession of attacks detonated across the sky. Steel clashed against steel in rapid succession, each strike punctuated by streaking sparks and ripples of pressure.
