A Breath of Ice
The dark red mist around my feet remained motionless, yet my limbs suddenly answered my intent. I tested the weight of my crystal blade, feeling its crisp chill hum against my fingertips. Turning slightly, I observed the quiet figure standing beside me. When I extended my hand, a faint draft fluttered the edge of my white haori, leaving a thin trail of frost across the smooth floor beneath us. Calm, disciplined balance returned as I assumed my guard.