They clashed their weapons in sync somehow. When one was attacking, the other was ready to block. It is as if they are equally matched. The fight made a crowd around them. Instead of stopping them, the audience has a good time observing. Although the audience did not exist for Rosa and Yavaz, they were utterly engrossed in the fight. Yavaz swung his sword to slash and cut, aiming for her limbs. While Rosa pulled back and blocked the attacks, she took out the sheath of her swords and quickly covered them such that she did not accidentally kill him. Rosa, however, was enjoying the fight.
‘How long do you think we have to pull it. You know he is not going to give up.’ The shadow complained as he yawned.
‘I am not allowed to take out blood.’ She blocked the incoming attack and counter-attacked him with the left sword making its pointed part stab him enough to push him back.
Yavaz slid a few steps back. He touched the bruise as he panted.