Voltlash dodged Moonblade's calculated strikes with incredible precision. With each nimble leap and graceful flip, he evaded Moonblade's blade and swiftly countered with his own attacks.
As Moonblade lunged forward, his sword gleaming in the moonlight, Voltlash raised his hand, causing retractable lashes to shoot out from his wrists. Crackling with electricity, the lashes snaked through the air, aiming to ensnare Moonblade and deliver a powerful shock.
"You swing that blade with such grace, dude. But can you handle a jolt of electricity?" Voltlash quipped, his voice laced with confidence.
Moonblade, his masked face expressionless, deflected the lashes with his own swift movements, narrowly avoiding the electrifying onslaught. With each parry and dodge, he studied Voltlash's style, his mind working tirelessly to mimic his opponent's moves.
"I've faced better than a wisecracking hero in spandex," Moonblade retorted, his voice cold and calculated.