✦ Forest Center – Nightfall ✦
The air cracked as steel clashed.
Cassian pivoted off his back foot, narrowly ducking beneath a sweep of Arven's polearm. The curved steel whistled over his head, shaving a few strands of hair as Cassian retaliated with a backward slash. Arven twisted mid-air, his weapon spinning with centrifugal force as he blocked with the shaft and kicked outward to force distance.
They broke apart, landing ten feet from each other.
Arven smirked. "You've gotten faster."
Cassian spun one of his blades into a reverse grip, eyes half-lidded. "You've gotten sloppier."
"Sloppier? That girl you took the token from barely scratched you. You warming up on small fries?"
Cassian tilted his head. "Isn't that what you've been doing this whole time?"
Arven's grin twitched. "Touché."
Then they moved again—this time faster, more vicious.
