"Why do we fight, Dylan?" she asked, her voice low and urgent.
The fight was a masterclass in contrasting styles. Dylan relied on his size and the sheer momentum of his strikes to overwhelm his opponent. Every time he swung, the ground seemed to tremble. Karina, however, utilized her superior speed and precision. She watched for the slight hitch in his shoulder, the momentary lapse in his defense. She didn't need to break his sword; she only needed to find the gap in his armor. The Turning Point sword fight karina white and dylan
"You're telegraphing your footwork again, Karina," Dylan teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "Why do we fight, Dylan