Clang!!
As Azariah swung his hammer, Tristan reacted swiftly, blocking it with his sword.
The impact of the clash bounced his sword back, and he quickly created distance between them.
"You are the first to use a weapon, Azariah!" Grinning, he said as he drew his sword out of its sheath.
Azariah didn't reply as he looked around him. Only a few students were present, but it was clear from their gazes that they would not interfere.
Oliver wasn't close to them, nor were the others who had the authority or guts to intervene.
"So, I can go all out, huh?" Azariah mumbled, shifting his gaze towards Tristan.
"You have no idea how much I wanted to break that fac—."
Ignoring his ranting, Azariah dashed towards him without hesitation.
All he needed was to narrow the distance between them, unleashing the full potential of his new weapon.
And knowing this full well, Tristan was ready.
