"Battle Start!"
As Layla said those words, Drake charged forwards like a raging bull freed from its pen. The greatsword in his hand glistened in the sunlight as he closed the gap between him and his opponent. Est, on the other hand, didn't retreat. Instead, he also charged forward which made the students of the Magic Division Class cry out in alarm.
The clash of steel reverberated inside the Coliseum as both sides collided. Est felt his hand go numb due to his opponent's superior strength. He knew that he would be at a disadvantage if he exchanged blows with Drake, but he didn't back down.
His left hand, which was holding the sheath, slashed towards the side of Drake's body, forcing him to take a step back.
After regaining his footing, Drake held his greatsword with both hands as he counter-attacked with the intention to cleave Est apart.
William raised an eyebrow, when he noticed that Est was planning to trade blows with Drake in close combat.
