Exildra moved, her every step precise, every movement calculated. She circled him slowly, her gaze locked onto his body, reading him, analyzing.
Then, she struck. Her palm shot forward, aiming for his throat, but it was a feint. Her body twisted mid-motion, her leg sweeping low toward his legs.
Bahamut lifted his foot slightly, just enough to avoid it. Her eyes narrowed.
'He's reading everything…'
She pressed harder. A flurry of strikes followed: palm, elbow, knee. Each one chained perfectly into the next, flowing like water yet carrying the weight of steel.
Bahamut responded with minimal movement and maximum efficiency. Their exchange was tighter than Lily's. Exildra's breathing remained steady, but her attacks grew faster, more aggressive.
She stepped in too deep. Bahamut's hand shot out and caught her wrist. Her eyes widened. Her body was dragged forward as he pulled her. His shoulder drove into her midsection, lifting her slightly off the ground before slamming her down.
