This time he attacked without hesitation. His sword flowed naturally into a thrust and the thrust became a sweeping slash.
Fire transformed into ice, then ice into wind, and then wind into lightning. Every transition happened instinctively.
He wasn't consciously selecting elements anymore, his body simply chose whichever affinity best suited the moment.
Lilith defended each attack with remarkable precision, yet inwardly she found herself becoming increasingly impressed.
He's no longer thinking but adapting. That was considerably more difficult to teach. Many talented warriors spent decades trapped by overthinking every decision.
He was beginning to trust his instincts, exactly as a true battlefield demanded. She gradually increased her own pace once more.
Immediately, he felt the difference. Her attacks became heavier and sharper. The pressure surrounding each exchange intensified.
