"What just happened?" Enna asked, bewildered still, eyes glued to the screen where a tall female was standing with knitted brows while unsheathing her sword. A few metres away from him was another swordsman, though he did not have the bearing of one. Currently on laid pathetically with broken light armour on his body, losing his sword.
"They are just class apart," Elior answered the question.
It was not just Enna who was drumstickened, even most of the others were in the same position as him. The audience did not understand what happened at first, but as they watch the replay in the big, all of them thundered in cheers.
