"Okay, okay... quiet down, quiet down..." Victor commanded, once again on the pile of, now empty, crates, looking down upon the porcelains wielding their weapons of choice, "For now, we ask you only to practise and find your style with the weapon you wield, or hire a tutor or gain guidance from others if you can. But first, we are going to do some mock battles before the lesson ends, to gain immediate advice from Guild Members like ourselves. First, we shall have a demonstration and then you can organise your own."
After the announcement, the crowd began to separate around the area in front of the crates, revealing two porcelains in the centre, readying their weapons. One, was Esther, the notorious noble who is rumoured to of once killed a commoner, rousing up the crowd with taunts and gestures, and, to Daniel's surprise, the one he had met just a few minutes beforehand. On the other side, was a random commoner, glaring down his opponent, fully concentrated on him.
"So, lets get some thing straight," Lanyon said in a solemn tone, suddenly standing between the pair and talking directly to them, "No killing. No serious harm. Surrenders are accepted immediately, no questions asked; if this is violated, you will be punished severely. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir" responded Daniel, still eyeing his opponent, who had obviously not listened to a word the teacher had said.
"Do you understand, Mr Havash."
"Oh, yes, yes... of course I do" he blankly answered, flustered.
"Now that is all under control... I'll start when I say begin."
"Yes, sir," the pair responded, this time in unison, to the blatant annoyance of Esther.
The teacher stepped back and joined Victor on the crate pile.
"3"
The opponents readied their weapons. One wielded a giant great-sword, and the other a large curved blade.
"2"
The crowd finally went silent, with most of its attention being focused on the noble boy.
"1"
All expect two. A beautiful boy with flowing white hair, aggressively staring down the commoner, and a small brown headed girl, eyeing him desperately.
"Begin!"
And... silence. Nothing was happening. Neither party dared move or attack. They were simply judging each other, and calculating their best move. So this is the kid I have to face, thought Esther, amused, is this some kind of joke; that blade is too big for him to even swing it and its obvious he hasn't had any training with it. This'll be an easy catch. From the looks of it, he's left handed, so I'll swing from my left too. Because of the position of the blade he'll either fail or succeed to parry the attack: either way, he will be left wide open for my dagger. His eyes aren't even focused on where my right hand is, just complete concentration on the big, distracting blade that he's going to try and mitigate. This is no place for someone like you, artless bastard. Go back to your farm, and continue that disgusting, inbred family of yours. Good riddance.
On the other hand, Daniel was calm and thoughtless with nothing else in his mind but pure focus on the blade. In reality, he had noticed his dagger; after all, Lanyon tipped him off to it. But instead of readying the reaction that he wanted, Daniel simply kept collected and readied his blade, his katana. With his dominant hand nearest to the guard of the sword, and his right hand helping guide it, he formed a neutral pose; his katana pointed towards Esther, arms pointing inwards, and legs somewhat spread out for easy adjustment and positioning of his body. With it he could form both a defensive and offensive form, though an offensive would be more ideal. And at last, Daniel's opponent had taken the first strike.
Sweeping from the left and behind his shoulder to build momentum in his swing, Esther let the sword guide his attack, pulling his body weight down towards his blade, and more specifically his opponent's left hand side; with that Daniel's hand would be most likely sprained or damaged if he tried anything but a parry, which he would then deliver a retribution but fall victim to a side jam of his dagger. Yet, Daniel persevered in his pose. Nothing changed, not even his footing. For Esther, he thought that the boy was either too frightened to move a muscle or couldn't even move his blade quick enough. The great-sword was finally in full swing, and now Esther had to keep his form and let the weight of the-
The ground shook. Esther didn't know what had happened; he, a noble of all people, had no clue what happened. Until, he saw his entire body crouched over, his hands twisted, mangled and broken, and great-sword broken into chunks and shards that scattered all over the make-shift arena. For the regular person, it was too quick to see or even comprehend, but for the Guild Members watching, it had left them in shock. As quick as a lightening bolt, Daniel had raised his katana into the air and propelled himself towards Esther for a forward attack, as soon as he saw that Esther's weight began to shift. Putting his right foot forward to gain distance so the attack would reach, he struck down the blade in an instant, with the might and a boom as powerful as thunder itself. In the few seconds of idleness between the attack and the processing of what had happened, the crowd and anyone watching were left in utter surprise and could only view what had passed and be left wondering for all of a good few minutes. However, a few minutes was not enough for the next attack. Daniel raised his blade again from the remains of his opponent's great-sword, and readied another strike; this time it wasn't aiming for the weapon; rather it was Esther's head. And, with only a few milliseconds to say goodbye to his life, Esther's eyes glared at him, wide and bloodshot, as Daniel's lightning struck twice.