The sound of swords clashing echoed through the village—two fighters clashed like thunder near the broken cliffs at the edge of the dark elf outpost. Dust kicked up from the ground. Sweat rolled down her back. Her chest rose and fell in sharp bursts as she parried the last strike and drove her heel into the opponent's gut.
"Big-Sister's too fast!"
The dark elf hit the dirt with a grunt. Not hurt—just stunned, once again.
Asuka spun the blade once, letting the weight settle across her shoulders as she exhaled. The giant nodachi rested against her back like it belonged there. Her tail swayed lazily, flicking as she adjusted her footing.
Another one of them whistled. "That's twenty-three wins, isn't it?"
"No one's beaten her all week…"
"Even, Captain Nyxara only managed to draw."
