Nightcore
A young bird stopped frozen at the edge of a clearing, a scene burned into its eyes. It was like an ancient painting of two gods clashing in the stormy heavens.
Everything stood still for that millisecond allowing the bird to see the dark rain outlining the forms of the two struggling figures. The clouds blocked out all sources of light making the scene black and white, but a lightning bolt that was exiting the heavens reflected off the two peoples weapons.
The young bird only had that split second before everything resumed and the action was way too fast for it to see. Azemo found his three slashes, delivered at max speed, parried by the dagger in the Lightning Sword's hand and he had to teleport away instantly.
As he reappeared he kicked off a nearby tree and narrowly avoided the plunging attack of the Lightning Sword.