Kael didn't resist the redirection—he leaned into it, flowing with the arc, his body twisting as the dagger spiraled out and back again, rebounding from the sword's momentum. He stepped inside the older Kael's guard, his heart pounding with the thrill of discovery.
But the sword turned with him, always a breath ahead, its edge grazing his ribs in a fresh gash. Kael winced, pain flaring, but his eyes burned brighter. 'He's not trying to kill me. He's showing me how the sword dances.'
The dagger was swift, a weapon of endings, striking first and finishing fast. But the sword—it didn't just end battles. It shaped them, carving the flow of combat with a grace that bent space and time to its will.
Kael exhaled, deep and calm, his spirit steadying. He stepped in again, and a flurry of movements followed. Dagger slashed, sword circled, their blades whispering secrets to each other in a dance of steel and intent.
