The moment Elune and Lucas heard the referee's signal, they both charged forward, the latter accompanied by a shrillish cry meant to intimidate his opponent.
Elune's focus was momentarily shaken, but nothing too serious.
In fact, she even attacked first, her toned arms lashing forward in a vicious thrust. Her pappenheimer was met with a sneer and was, unfortunately, easily ducked by Lucas.
The hoodlum then countered with an upward slash that aimed to maim heavily, if not take her sword arm, his konda's tip tearing through the air like a guillotine's blade.
But Elune knew better than to thrust wildly.
Her opening attack was compact, allowing her to jump back on time, though it seemed she had to use a movement-type Sword Skill, her entire figure momentarily glowing like moonlight, to preserve her competition life.
Lucas beamed with confidence. He was not about to give his prey even the slightest of breathing room.
