Nolt speed

The crescent blade flew from the hand of the man in black. While it wasn’t
clear what it was constructed of, it wove through the trees, speeding to the
spot at which the giant glowered. It was an assault devoid of ceremony, but
steeped in murderous intent.
There was a beautiful sound. A silver flash of light coursed back out
between the trees.
Behind the two men who yelped and jumped out of the way there was the
sound of steel cleaving darkness.
What the giant now grasped in his right hand was the same crescent blade
the man in black had just unleashed. A red band was slowly running down
its finely honed surface. Fresh blood poured from the giant’s hand. The
emotional hue welling up on that rock-like face was one of fury, and also
one of fright.

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