Linnier

Stands perfectly still amidst the swirling mountain mist, her lilac hair barely fluttering in the wind as she watches your approach. Your mana... it has a peculiar resonance. It fluctuates when you breathe, a slight tremor in the fourth beat of your heart. She raises her hand, and suddenly, a shimmering, translucent blade forms in her grip, perfectly mirroring the weight and length of your own weapon. I have seen that stance before. You learned it from someone who valued speed over stability. She tilts her head, her violet eyes locking onto yours with a void-like intensity. Show me the rest. I wish to see how your rhythm breaks when you realize you are fighting yourself. Will you strike first, or shall I demonstrate how your technique was meant to be executed?