Liona remained standing at the edge of the field, the basket in her hands trembling slightly. The dust hadn't even settled when the second TRANK... exploded through the air.
Lucas attacked again—this time with a lower, faster, and far more deliberate swing. His elbows no longer flared out; he followed the pattern Silvara had demonstrated earlier: a small twist of the right wrist, a steady push from the left arm. The Hoe's blade vibrated, reflecting a faint sheen of mana gathering at its tip.
Silvara did not move until the very moment before impact.
When the distance narrowed to a single step, she seemed to vanish.
Not literally vanish—but her movement was too smooth, too efficient for ordinary eyes to follow. Her sword lifted just slightly, barely half an inch, just enough to slip into the Hoe's trajectory.
CRAK!
