Chapter 11 - 1 Part 10.5: South’s Finest Assassin
Pat...Pat...Pat...Grrrrmmmmm...
Rain fell in heavy sheets. The glade shimmered under the moonlight as the thunder rumbled in the distance, low and ominous.
Shhhk...Shhhk...Shhhk...
Cero and Sarah circled each other slowly, their boots sliding across the slick ground, eyes locked with immense focus. Neither blinked. Neither breathed too loudly. The tension between them was a tight, ready to snap.
Cero thought, "The real battle begins, she begin using her Blessing... and her swordstyle."
Sarah smirked, "Just so you know, I defeated Sophius."
Cero remarked, "I bested him alone."
Then, without warning, Sarah moves, with a sharp exhale, she uttered, "Storm Swordstyle, Third form: Cyclone Waltz."
Whoosh...
Her blue aura erupted, spiraling around her like a living tempest. She closed the distance in a heartbeat, her body twisting into a graceful, deadly spin. The rain bent around her, drawn into the vortex of her movement. Leaves, water, and wind danced in her wake as she spun—once, twice, faster and faster—becoming a storm incarnate.
But Cero was ready.