Despite his taunts, the shadow didn't attack at first.  They circled him slowly and cautiously, watching how he reacted, sizing him up.  Then, without any warning or shift in posture, they charged in, remarkably quickly considering that they were attacking from a defensive stance.  Their sword seemed to sing as it swept through the air, its polished blade gleaming in the firelight, shining it in Audrice's eyes as they approached.  Their sword whirled around at blinding speeds--most swordsmen would have dismissed their style as a frivolous spectacle, but a careful eye would see the precision and efficiency of each strike.