In a flash, two blades streaked towards Elsa, grazing her forehead as she twisted her body.
The scarlet and azure blades belonged to the katanas carried on the man’s waist. Katanas were single-edged swords that originated in the western region of Kararagi, and were valuable weapons of war known for their dreadful sharpness. However, what surprised Elsa was not the existence of the katanas, but the clear skillfulness in the strikes. The katanas were certainly inside their sheaths,
Elsa: [When did you pull those out? You startled me!]
Swordsman: [I’m also surprised, I didn't think you could avoid it.]
The man clicked his tongue as his first attack was evaded, his strike missing the mark. Elsa, licking the blood dripping down from her slashed temple, somersaulted backwards to regain her balance.
Elsa: [....]
Acolyte Knights were quite fearsome. Or rather, perhaps, former Acolyte Knights were fearsome.
The swords’ wind blew violently, and what Elsa saw over, and over, and over, in the snow, was death.
The scarlet and azure flashes of the blade were intertwined, and what was created around the man was a realm of death that would cut down anyone who touched it. The range of his swords were long, more than twice the length of Elsa's knife. Unable to approach him carelessly, Elsa rapidly flew around the man, utilizing her combat instincts to search for a way to win.
Elsa: [Pull out, put in, pull out, put in, pull out, put in...]
She concentrated on watching the speed of the sword strikes, in awe, enchanted with the man's skill with the sword.
Although she didn’t know why, the man maneuvered his swords back to their scabbards after each strike and slashed as he drew them out again. The left and right sides flowed together in a sequence, and the execution of the sword extraction and insertion was remarkably fast. The two strikes could be fired simultaneously or separately, and she couldn’t find any gaps in his movements. —Red Snowfall on the Orcos Domain, Part I