As Number Two teleported away, Asher didn't bother to go after him. Teleportation had always been a troublesome ability depending on how it was used, and it seemed Number Two was exceptionally proficient at it. Pursuing someone capable of vanishing across space in an instant would only waste precious time and stamina.
With that thought in mind, Asher redirected his attention to the opponent still before him. In the next blink of an eye, he arrived before Number One, his form blurring forward once more, Virelass singing sharply through the air as it darted toward the man's neck.
However, Number One was no pushover. His sabre blurred upward from below in a swift, fluid motion as he parried Asher's attack with practiced ease, the metallic clash ringing sharply across the battlefield.
The both of them blurred into motion yet again as they exchanged attacks after attacks, every part of their bodies targeted without hesitation or mercy.
