[ Diva shifted her grip, holding higher on the hilt then she usually would as she cut her plam along the blade. Conrad's sword was made for an expert and heavier then her slim frame, but she was also stronger then she looked. She could manage it.
With a cruel twist of her lips, Diva meet Saya's leap, smashing the sword in mid air as she twisted, parting just as Saya's blade sheared a few strands of her hair. She would do better on the next strike. Diva had always been a quick learner.
Spinning, she readied herself, flexing her knees for another leap, another race across the ruined path. She was savoring this. ]