Chapter 59: Crossed Swords
Evanna’s brow creased before she turned and raised her swords, deflecting a pair of blades that crashed down on her. Her eyes widened when she saw the icy gaze of the white-haired elf attached to the swords lowering towards her face. If she hadn’t turned around in time, his swords would have sliced through her head.
What made her eyes round even more was the fact that he also had two swords; she, of course, was taught how to fight dual wielders, but he was an elf. The art of fighting with two swords originated from the elves, and only their most powerful and skilled elves fought with them. This made her nervous, and for the first time, her confidence depleted.
Evanna gulped but kept her gaze locked with his; she saw a sly smile twitch on his otherwise stoic face. She pushed him back, and as he swung his swords back down on her, she leapt back out of the way, providing some space between them. She watched as he changed his stance into one only a dual wielder held. Evanna done the same, turning to her side with her left sword pointed forwards and her right raised above her head.
"* Lyvarian style. *" He murmured.
Evanna’s eyes widened a fraction at how Mr Blue Eyes knew her fighting style. But she did not stew on his words any longer. Almost at the same time, the pair lunged towards each other, crossing swords and turning simultaneously, swinging their swords towards the other, and clashing into each other. The non-stop clanging sound of their blades hitting each other was loud, and almost musical to the sequence they fought to.
Their fight was unrelenting, continuous, and to the point where Evanna’s attire became messy. Her hood fell back, and she had no time to recover herself, nor could she, when her long raven locks escaped from her bun. Her hair flung forwards and left in waves by the sides of her face. She internally cursed herself for her thick hair and the fact that she had to now fight with her waist-length hair flying about. Her hair that he could easily grab onto.
That thought alone made her put extra effort in her attacks; she leapt over a low swing of his sword and landed on her knees, skidding across the grass, retrieving her floral band as she did so. While she stood back up, she wrapped it around her wrist and turned just in time to dodge his oncoming attack swiftly.
They continued to cross blades; Evanna’s agility, it seemed, was the only skill keeping her from losing her head. After fighting the white-haired elf for a while, she knew his skill level with a blade outmatched her own. She had to use more than just the earth beneath her feet..
"This world is your playground, Evanna. Be adventurous, be smart, think outside the box, for in momentous times, you will need your wit. Use everything and anything at your disposal."
Her mother’s words rang through her mind, and she glanced at a tree to her left, calculating her next move. Evanna shifted on her feet and began jogging backwards; the white-haired elf narrowed his eyes and followed her.
When she was behind the tree, she sidestepped out of his view and spun around, hiding behind the tree, and stepping backwards. She circled the massive circumference of the tree, the size of a house. She watched the deadly elf walk tentatively forwards in search of her. Evanna smiled, she knew it was cowardly, but this was a playground and what better game to play than hide and seek.