Espada didn't waste a second. The moment Lucien smirked, she surged forward, her fiery scimitar blazing through the cold mist that surrounded them. Her attack came in fast and brutal, a diagonal slash aimed straight for Lucien's chest. But Lucien was just as swift. He brought his golden ice sword up, meeting her blade with a sharp clang that echoed through the frozen battlefield. The collision sent a shockwave of heat and frost spiraling outward, momentarily illuminating the darkened city ruins around them.
Espada twisted her wrist, redirecting her blade to slide along Lucien's guard before flicking the tip toward his exposed flank. Lucien leaned away just in time, a trail of frost marking his evasion. He retaliated with a thrust aimed for her stomach, but she spun to the side, her scimitar leaving a fiery arc in the air as she countered with a sweeping strike aimed for his legs.
