A silence dominated the courtyard.
Ylva Silverfang, stared at Aurelion with wide eyes. "He's been able to use his energy since he was seven, but… this is still too much. He's using the same tricks against a trained instructor that he used in his brawls with me." She clenched her fist. "I have to tell Grandfather Viggo. I can't beat him right now… but I will."
With a newfound resolve, she focused on the fight with all her being, determined to glean any scrap of information that might help her in the future.
On the back, Faelia turned to Kargath and opened her mouth to speak. "Karg—"
"Not now," the Orc cut her off, his eyes locked on the two figures in the center of the field.
Arne's face was now a mask of anger. "You're talented, kid," he said, his voice dangerously low as he ran a hand over the pommel of his sword. "And that's why I'm getting serious."
He slid his hand down the flat of the blade while his energy flaring. "Let the wind be my sword!"
