Kyle pulled his tachi free with a sharp shing of steel.
His fingers tightened around the hilt.
"Guess I am improvising," he muttered under his breath.
Then he moved.
Wind mana surged around his legs, wrapping around his legs like a living thing.
The wind crackled as he launched forward, a blur of motion.
Risha eyes widened a little, his tachi slashing downward in a silver arc aimed straight for her collarbone.
Clang!
Her twin daggers wreathed in flickering fire blocked the strike just in time.
The impact sent sparks flying between them, the heat grazing at Kyle's face.
He could feel the strain in her arms, the way her boots skidded back against the wooden floor.
Before he could adjust, she twisted her body with viper like speed and lashed out with a kick wreathed with flames aimed straight for his gut.
Kyle sidestepped at the last second feeling the heat of her kick graze his side.
The fabric of his shirt charred, the burnt smell filling his nostrils.
