The air cracked. The two figures appeared and vanished in quick succession.
The battle was roaring through the battlefield. Neither of the two is ready to yield.
Rhea lunged forward, blade flashing like a bolt of silver. Her boots tore through the dirt, leaving a gouged trail behind. Zephyr barely leaned aside in time—her sword grazed his cloak, slicing it clean.
THUNK!
A bolt flew from his crossbow—straight at her head.
CLANG!
She deflected it mid-air with a sharp twist of her wrist, spinning low to close the gap. Zephyr recalled the crossbow and whipped out his curved elven knife, eyes sharp, movements sharper.
They clashed.
Steel howled.
Rhea's strikes came fast—downward slash, sweeping cut, feint—then a sudden thrust that tore through a tree behind Zephyr as he flipped over her shoulder.
BOOM!
The tree split in half and crashed to the ground.
