Pov Elsa Frostine
Bang!
A light clash of swords occurred in the training room.
In the middle of this place, two people could be seen; one was gripping a sword by its hilt with their right hand, while the other girl was with dead eyes, with small bruises on her arms or body. Although she was dead tired, she refused to let go of her sword, holding it with her hands; her eyes caught a dangerous glint.
Running towards her worst and most terrible enemy, her eyes had a single objective: to land a single strike on his body.
As if her life depended on it, she gripped her sword even tighter, adrenaline rushing through her body.
Though somewhat clumsy, she performed a diagonal attack.
Bang!
Watching how her worst enemy blocked it so easily, as if it were of no importance, she furrowed her brow, retracting the sword, taking a few steps back to make another attack, changing pattern, she moved her sword downwards for a low blow.
Bang!
