Lillian snorted and responded with, "They're blatant because..."
Before she could finish her sentence—
SWISH!
—She watched as something blurred towards her in the corner of her eyes.
Dissipating her sword, she leaned back, dodging a swift strike from Cicillian.
The white-haired man clicked his tongue.
He adjusted his hold on his sword, pointing the tip and aiming his blade down.
Lillian, whose back was parallel and inches from the ground, twisted her body around.
With a strong spin, she lashed out her right fist towards his right cheek—
Bam...!
—Landing a decisive blow that caused him to stumble to the side.
Cicillian growled, steadying his balance before turning back again.
He leaned back and unleashed a stab with his sword, whose blade was around 28 inches long.
Thud...
Lillian landed on the ground with a soft thud, rolling to the side.
Psht...!
Cicillian's crimson blade stabbed into the ground, missing.
