Leon's POV
My movements sliced through the air, growing faster with each passing second. Her attacks came at me from every angle, relentless and unyielding. She was gaining speed, but so was I—no, I was surpassing her.
I could feel the sharp currents of wind cutting against my skin as our blades clashed in a deadly dance. The air around us trembled with the sheer force of our strikes, the sound of steel colliding echoing through the battlefield.
"Nnn…!"
A sharp groan escaped her lips the moment my blade slipped through her defenses. She had tried to block it, but she was a fraction too slow. The blade veered off course, missing its intended target, yet still managed to graze her cheek. A thin red line formed across her skin, and a few droplets of blood splattered onto the air before trailing down her face.
