As if they reached an unspoken agreement, both kicked off the ground and launched towards each other.
Unfortunately, Willow was faster; her dark blade covered in a shroud of flame, burning the air as it moved.
A gust of wind picked up behind her, and the next instant, she was in front of Leonidas. Her sword was a dark blur, whipping for his neck.
While he wasn't as fast as her, Leonidas wasn't far behind. He blocked with Blush, bones rattling under the harrowing force behind the strike, then struck back.
Flowers bloomed from the tip of his sword, jagged and twirling, like crimson lightning. They shot towards Willow, stabbing into the ground with startling ease.
He followed up with an uppercut, which Willow deftly dodged.
He ate her fist instead. The accursed black metal slammed into his nose, a fountain of blood staining his lips.
A twisted smile made its way on Leonidas's face. He spat a mouthful of blood, the cracked ground stained slightly crimson.
