Aylen stepped onto the platform, her scythe resting casually against her shoulder. Unlike Sara, who was calm and detached, or Jason, who had a smirk of amusement, Aylen's expression was sharp and focused, her eyes locked onto her opponent.
Her opponent was a tall, lean boy with short blond hair, wielding twin short swords. He rolled his shoulders and gave Aylen a confident grin. "A scythe, huh? That's rare. Looks like I'll have to be careful."
Aylen didn't respond. She simply adjusted her grip on the scythe.
The referee raised his hand. "Begin!"
The boy moved first, dashing forward with remarkable agility, his short swords glowing faintly with Force energy. He slashed in rapid succession, aiming for Aylen's sides, but she reacted smoothly. Twisting her body, she spun her scythe in a wide arc, forcing him to back away or risk getting cut.
