Vayne's diagonal slash reached Lira's neck.
And passed through her.
Not because Lira was intangible.
But because in the 0.4 seconds between Vayne launching the attack and the blade reaching its destination, Lira had moved exactly enough for the steel to pass three millimeters from her skin without touching it.
Unhurried.
With no visible effort.
With the economy of movement of someone who has spent eight hundred years being faster than anything that has tried to harm her.
Vayne completed the arc of the slash and repositioned in a single movement — the hip rotation of someone who has trained so that the inertia of a miss doesn't leave her exposed.
Lira watched her from where she'd been, without having changed her base position.
"Good technique," she said.
Vayne launched the second slash.
Lira dodged it with the same principle — the minimum necessary movement, nothing more — and this time she spoke before Vayne repositioned.
"But predictable."
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