Professor Oliver gave a single nod, swinging his arm down as a signal. "Begin."
The student wasted no time. With a shout, he surged forward, sword flashing as it cut through the air towards Noah's torso.
Noah sidestepped the attack easily, the blade missing him by inches.
The metal hissed past, the student spinning to strike again, moving faster than before, but Noah's movements were effortless.
He leaned, pivoted, and slipped away with fluid grace, his boots barely making a sound against the arena floor.
While Arlo's eyes could see truth, Noah's eyes were no less impressive. They had the ability to see even the flutter of a hummingbird's wings in great detail.
And so, each swing made by the student met empty air.
The student's frustration grew with every failed swing and his aura flared brighter, his breath coming faster.
"Stop dodging and fight me!" he snapped.
Noah smiled at the sight, ducking under a wide horizontal slash and spinning aside.
