Evanna's brow creased before she turned and raised her swords, deflecting a pair of blades that crashed down on her. Her eyes widened when she saw the icy gaze of the white-haired elf attached to the swords lowering towards her face. If she hadn't turned around in time, his swords would have sliced through her head.
What made her eyes round even more was the fact that he also had two swords; she, of course, was taught how to fight dual wielders, but he was an elf. The art of fighting with two swords originated from the elves, and only their most powerful and skilled elves fought with them. This made her nervous, and for the first time, her confidence depleted.
