With a sharp exhale, she threw herself forward. Her boots skidded across the wet stone, but her grip on the hilt of the Scarlet Sakura was unwavering. As the Sentinel raised a massive, jagged claymore, Yuki triggered the blade’s release. A flash of crimson light blinded the darkness.
In mid-air, she saw the opening: a hairline fracture in the Sentinel’s chest plate. “Finish it,” she whispered to the blade. File: Sword.x.Hime.v1.93.zip ...
The sound wasn't a clash of steel, but a high-pitched singing —the sound of her sword’s energy vibrating at a frequency meant to shatter stone. She spun, a blur of white silk and steel, narrowly dodging a strike that pulverized the ground where she’d stood a millisecond before. With a sharp exhale, she threw herself forward