A blade the shape of a snake's fang shimmers an emerald hue along it's edge as it slices through the wind. It moves at a speed of hundreds of thousands of kilometres per hour, sliding vertically upwards in an attempt to slash its target swiftly and without mercy.
~Swoosh!~
The target dodges. Swaying his upper body sideways to his left at a speed much faster than the dagger's, seemingly with ease. The resulting wave of wind from the evaded attack gushes through the air, creating a traversing explosion of snow in its way. The target doubles back by attacking his foe, otherwise me, with his own dagger, glimming a black light that dissipates as quickly as it emerges. His short blade, the shape of a snake's fangs in its own right as well, moves through the air at an alarming speed of over a million kilometres per hour, descending diagonally towards my right in order to slash through my chest.
