The Art of Magic

I've never felt more alive!

The occasional sound of metal colliding could be heard through the rain. Two people clashed at the dilapidated building filled with holes from their battle. It's brittle walls shook every time the two would meet. The rain would enter through the cracks. Flooding the room making appear more worn down. Quick footsteps were heard as their boots would splash at the puddles formed by the storm.

Skadi noticed that Setsuna's figure would flicker as her punches would go through her afterimage. She would then reappear at her blind spots wounding her albeit shallowly. Her instincts would warn her where the next strike would be.

This however didn't frustrate her, instead made the atmosphere she gave off was unbearably thick. Almost depriving the oxygen of those who felt it, further increased by the stench of iron.

She threw smoke grenades towards the ceiling and walls to obscure both their vision. Yet as if Setsuna could see through the smoke, she cut all the wires Skadi weaved. She dashed strai