He didn't speak, and neither did she. There was no need for words between enemies.
As soon as he stepped closer, she rushed forward, swinging the scythe in a wide arc. He sidestepped, barely avoiding the blade as it sliced through the air. Without missing a beat, she shifted her stance and aimed another strike toward his legs, but he jumped back, creating space between them. His golden dagger slid into his hand as he steadied his breathing, eyes locked on her movements.
They exchanged blows in rapid succession. Her attacks were fluid, sweeping, designed to keep him at bay, while his counters were fast and precise, looking for any opening. The clash of their weapons echoed through the rooftop, metal sparking as dagger met scythe again and again. Her strikes forced him to keep moving, but he could tell she was using more energy than she wanted to.
