Nox closed the distance in a heartbeat, the Blade a blur aimed at Lola's chest. He had put everything into that first strike, hoping to catch her off guard with the speed. For a split second, it looked like she was going to meet him head-on, her daggers raised to parry.
Then, just as his sword was about to connect, she smirked. Her eyes, full of that amused glint, met his. She didn't try to block. Instead, she moved with a sudden, fluid grace that was almost too fast to follow. She jumped, not back, but up and slightly to the side, twisting in mid-air like some kind of acrobat.
Before he could even register the change, her booted foot lashed out. It connected solidly with his chest, right where his sword had been aimed.
'Oh, shit—'
