Sword Fight Karina White And Dylan [upd]

To watch Karina White fight is to watch water find a crack in a dam. She does not batter; she infiltrates. Her style is a whisper that cuts. Standing in a low, coiled stance—often compared to a striking cobra—she holds her blade close to her forearm. It is an economy of motion. Every twitch of her finger is a feint; every shift of her shoulder is a lie.