Theron crossed his sword over his chest, his steps pivoting and the veins on his arms bulging as he unleashed a grunt, parrying the sword to the side.
The changes the sword underwent were forced into his very being, every attempt to balance out the parry making his own muscles twitch in various ways.
Theron exhaled a breath even as he flexed, pushing the blade to the side and past his cheek. He entered Veinsong, the fluctuating pulses of his blood reflecting in his mind like he was observing the waves of the ocean.
'There…'
The thought was fleeting as his mind went blank. A second sword was already upon him, and he thrust out this time, meeting point to point.
