At the referee's signal, Leo exploded into action with a burst of speed that seemed to catch even the wind around him off guard.
His opponent, already overwhelmed by the atmosphere, could barely react as Leo closed the distance between them in a heartbeat.
*Slash*
The nervous fighter managed a feeble attempt to try and stop Leo's advance by swinging his sword in a wild swing, but Leo slipped through it like a ghost, as he circled being him, a blur of motion and intent.
With a swift, practiced move, Leo executed a kick on his opponent's sword hand, knocking his weapon out of his opponent's grasp, leaving him utterly powerless to retaliate.
"No, my sword-" he said sheepishly as he bent forward to pick up his dropped weapon, exposing his back and neck to Leo.
