A couple seconds of silence unfolded after that short exchange. By this point, nearly all students had their eyes on the duo—Who obviously ignored them to focus on each other.
"Now I see why you're at the top of the class," it was Isril's turn to feel surprised. Never had it happened that in merely their second exchange his opponent figured out a slight loophole in his fighting style.
Due to the nature of daggers and how underperforming they could be when compared to longer-ranged weapons, he only switched to them when he needed to fight in areas that put his opponent within a certain distance from himself, allowing his short burst of speed to attain maximum efficiency.
Daggers were very efficient in close combat, and if mastered enough they were as good as someone's own fists. But there was an issue with his style which normally was so overwhelming that his opponents merely gave up after their first try.
