"Aren't they impressive!" A few minutes earlier,two figures watched in awe as Trish and Enko took their fight to the skies. One was a gentleman in his late teens.He had light chestnut hair and green eyes lacking in warmth. His lean and fitted body was adorned in the academy uniform,with a few modifications around his shoulder where a silver shoulder plate was installed. Standing firm with an air of authority,he grasped the longsword stabbed into the ground before him, his eyes never leaving the fight.
"Are you giving me the silent treatment?" The click of heels echoed forth as a young woman of a similar age stepped forward. She had long,messy silver hair that swayed with each step. Her skin was fair, bordering on pale. Flicking the black wide-brimmed witch hat on her head,she revealed a pair of golden eyes, each shimmering with a strange glow. Like the male youth,she too focused her gaze on the fight, and yet she didn't show much interest.
