In the meantime Ashoka and Karguel were talking, Paul put out the aura covering his wooden sword.
However, his face wasn't dyed in fear anymore. He seemed dispirited yet furious.
"Is this what you truly wish to happen, Young Master?"
"So you are able to use aura. In that case, you shouldn't hold back and make the most of it."
Ashoka versus Paul.
The two of them had a short staredown. The cadets who were complaining all shut their mouths and watched the inevitable clash as cold sweat ran down their cheeks.
Paul was the first to make a move. He instantly zoomed across the field and appeared before Ashoka with surprisingly agile movements.
Crash!
Ashoka blocked Paul's heavy wooden blow.
As their swords got tangled, the battle came to a standstill as it became one of strength. The veins on their arms bulged as their muscles contracted, and the wooden swords trembled under the equal pushing forces.
