They collided in the center of the chamber like two opposing pressures that had been building since the moment Nathan stepped through the tunnel.
Nathan was faster. That much established itself immediately — each swing of Kyomei arrived before Yorimasa's body had fully registered the intent behind it, the cursed blade cutting arcs through the candlelit dark with a low, resonant hum. Any one of them should have ended it. Against anyone else, any one of them would have.
