"Please, step away from the citizen Catalyst."

"Or what?"

"We will be forced to use excessive force if need be."

Giltwith and Kiara stared each other down, blades gripped tightly in both of their palms. The flaming-haired renegade smirked curtly in regards to his fighting stature; both knew that Kiara was one of the Imperium's finest assassins prior to her defection. Winning this battle would be difficult for them both.

Without another word, Giltwith leapt forward and struck overhand with his sword. Like a flash, Kiara quickly parried the move herself. The clangs of metal on metal rang out in the small apartment as sparks flew from the intensity of each's weapons.