Saya stood still for a long moment, a blank look on her face. Meika looked much the same, a sober, mature expression settling on her face. She remained motionless, like a statue, as did Saya. A light breeze blew a strand of Meika's hair in her eyes, but she didn't blink.
Suddenly, Saya flashed forward, slashing downward with both blades at once.