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I know my writing is s**t, but hopefully people can give some sort of recommendations on how to make it better without affecting the story. This is part of a story I'm writing that I'm planning to publish.

The white robed man stepped forward, now in the center of the circle. Every assassin stared at him, whispering with each other. Edori, Edori, they whispered, frightened of him. “They say he is the white assassin, the other fiend, equal to our master” one said. “I heard that he plans to end the Salamanders for good” said another. Edori looked around the sea of people surrounding him. He came here to find the other he sensed. Finally, Siren walked through the crowd. All assassins were hushed at his presence.

There, the two stood, merely staring at each other, but deep down, they sensed something familiar, as if they had known each other for centuries. Finally, Siren spoke. “By law of the Salamanders, any person who turns down a free invitation to the guild must be eliminated, so that the person is not a threat.” Siren stayed quiet for a while, then removed his hood, revealing his face. Edori did the same. Before Siren could speak again, Edori spoke. “You don’t need to explain yourself. I understand the purpose behind it, but I did not come here to speak through meaningless words, but of words that you and I can only understand.” Edori drew his sword, Siren replying in the same matter. The circle took steps back, knowing that getting caught between the two would equal death. Edori was first to move.

At blinding yet graceful speed, Edori dashed towards Siren, his sword humming through the air. Siren gently blocked Edori’s sword and moved out of the way. They rushed each other, their bodies moving with such speed that no other living being had ever seen. Their swords hummed through the air, as if they were singing. Each time the clash of blades sounded, it did not clang, but sung. They moved with grace, their bodies moving as if they were only wind itself. Their bodies straining not to even receive the smallest scratch. Siren met Edori in the eyes, Edori doing the same. As they fought, they began to feel a connection. Their fight was not a fight, but a dance. Here, in this dance, it spoke, sung of their lives, talking to one another, in a dance where life and death flowed together. They could feel what the other went through, they could feel the same pain, the same sorrow, the same happiness. Subtle tears ran through their eyes, their hearts beating with joy. They felt connected, no longer alone in this world.
The circle of assassin watched the two, captivated by their fight. None moved a step not in fear of their own lives, but in unknown respect towards the fighters. They watched the swords, how the light of torched reflected off of their blades so eligantly.
The two kept fighting, no, kept dancing. They were bearing their souls to each other. They moved with such agility, such grace, such passion, that no one would think they were fighting. They were more graceful than two dancers in a ballroom, their swords sung more beautifully than any orchestra. This dance was their dance, each movement was perfect. They closed their eyes, and they soon saw each other’s soul selves, smiling at one another. They were two children again, playing as if they were brothers. This dance was their world, and everything was perfect. It was their place of refugee, in a place where life and death danced in balanced. But unfortunately, all things must come to an end, as for the dance. They both opened their eyes half way. They were not using their eyes to see each other, but their hearts. The movements were still beautiful, even to the end. The swords moved, dancing against each other. Soon, in a blink of the eye, the match was over. Siren and Edori looked each other in the eyes. Neither of them made the movement to kill each other, but simply had their swords to each others’ throats. They smiled. It had been a long time, longer than Siren can remember, the last time he had such warmth in his heart. Edori could tell, and he too felt the same way.