There was a long tense pause as the two hunters stared each other down.
Blonde Silver stared back into white-haired Arthur's sapphire orbs, searching for some form of weakness.
When the blonde found nothing but undisputed resolve, he only came to hate his face even more… 'Is that hair even real? Who in ashes is born with white hair?' his mind went.
Arthur's lance pulsed with the familiar force of his battle-hungry flames, constantly reminding everyone around him of his capabilities… of the lethal nature of the fire lance, especially in Arthur's hands.
So far, Arthur's violent showdowns had illustrated a fraction of his power in the first years.
Through his duel with Sullivan, the Sorting test and Professor Heldsworth's lesson, however, the students were yet to discover his true limits. In all these battles, the information gathered was not enough to properly discern his limits.
