In the corner of the battlefield, silver sparks danced and metal rang sharp as Liu Mei clashed with Tatsumi.
Despite the daggers in her hands and the fire in her eyes, Liu Mei found herself on the defensive.
Tatsumi's strikes were precise, calculated, every movement born of years, if not centuries of bloody experience.
"Not bad for a child," Tatsumi murmured, her voice like silk laced with steel. She twirled gracefully midair, her blade narrowly missing Liu Mei's cheek.
But Liu Mei didn't flinch. She twisted her body, rolled under the strike, and reappeared behind her like a wraith. Slice! A lock of Tatsumi's hair fell.
Tatsumi's eyes narrowed. "Slippery little—"
She spun around and slashed, but Liu Mei was already gone, leaping onto a beam of light and vaulting herself upward with inhuman agility. Her silhouette blurred like mist.
"Hah! Can't catch me~" Liu Mei stuck out her tongue mid-air, vanishing again.
