An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

Her name is Alpha -6

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Her breath hitched, sweat trailed down her face, glistening her skin under the daylight, pasting strays locks of golden hair against her face. She clenched her jaw as she swung both blades of steel at the same time with a quick, yet sick spin. One hold in a reverse grip while the other rested firmly with her thumb upwards.

She was not used to double wielding..., finding herself fumbling in her first steps when she realized how the fact that having different grips changed everything when it came to either be proactive or passive in a fight.

But that had not stopped her from pushing through. Not even for a second.

Blades, swords, knives or even a spear. The sessions had been short between one another and yet they had felt like an eternity where time seemed to slow down with each mind blowing strike.

He was testing her..., he was looking where her flaws were more palpable and where her strengths stood.

She would not disappoint him..

Cut, slash and thrust...

A simple sect of directives to follow through. Weaving her slender arms back and forth as she tried to keep a constant pressure in her attacks, a never ending wave of aggression. Not meant to push her towards victory, but rather keep him for as long as possible from taking the control of the duel.

The swiftness of the strike making the air shriek around her as the steel cut through the air almost before the very air around her could realize what had transpired, only to bounce off harmlessly to the side against the impenetrable defence of her teacher...

A flawless wall of protection that she could not help but admire each time she tried to pierce it and failed to do so. Everywhere she tried to hit which she believed was open was instead heavily protected, each position or angle she attempted bounced off like a stick smacking against the rough face of a cliff.

It felt more and more that she was fighting against a force of nature rather than an actual combatant, though given his unmensurable power...she shouldn't have expected anything less from her lord

She side stepped to the side, then left before hoping backwards.., never stopping for more than needed in one position, always changing her movement strategy to keep him guessing. Keeping herself mobile and quick on her feet, for to stay still was to invoke his wrath.

Her body bending backwards as if she was presenting a dance as she carefully avoided the killing edge of those talons that she had saw sweep through the air and tear stone like it was made of wet paper. Cutting through the air faster than anything like them had a right to and from time to time, shortening those strands of gold from her mane that were too slow to pull back alongside her body.

This should have been easier than the moment she had to guess the length and edge of that invisible blade. But it wasn't...

For anyone else, fighting against a swordsman without a weapon on your own was a really bad idea. Not because they could not just fight back with ease, but they were giving the other the benefit of the range. Of dictating how they would be fighting.

Not him she had come to realize.

Though given who he was...that should have been painfully clear.

Long blades or his bare own fist...anything he could use would be lethal. And fingers were extremely flexible and able to move their angles even in between strikes, unlike the straight, and firm length of her blades.