The world exploded into violence.
Bowman moved first, his form blurring as he closed the distance in a fraction of a heartbeat. His daggers traced deadly arcs through the air, poison-coated edges leaving glowing green trails that promised death with the slightest touch.
Oziel's response was instantaneous, sidestepping the strikes with precision born from decades of combat. His sword came around in a tight arc, silver light trailing from the blade as it cut through the space where Bowman had been.
Clang clang clang!
Three impacts in rapid succession as dagger met sword, each collision generating sparks and shockwaves that cracked the cobblestones beneath them. The sound echoed through the street like thunder compressed into sharp bursts.
Raze stumbled backward, his perception barely able to track the exchange despite his enhanced senses. They were moving too fast, each motion optimized through years of training that pushed human capability into supernatural territory.
