Morielle swung her sword in diagonal, upward and downward direction, feet shifting fast as she moved. She circled him, and her powerful strikes left him astonished that he was forced to back away while blocking and defending himself.
“What are you?” he asked, breathing hard and fast.
She didn’t even answer him as their swords crossed and clashed. She had to hold her tongue or it might put her in perilous situation. She was on the verge of being emotional at the moment, but she tried to focus on slicing him at least.
Her hand was getting tired. She had never used such extreme force just to defeat her adversary like this. This was different. He was different.
She held the sword with two hands, panting. Both of them halted for some moments before their swords connected again. She took a g
