WHOOSH!
Two bodies move in a swift dance, their limbs twisting and turning in a flurry of combative symphony.
One belongs to a certain golden-haired student whose olive skin radiates brilliance, while the other is a silver-haired young man with deep azure eyes and a fierce expression. With weapons in hand, they move with pristine calculation, their blades clashing to create loud echoes that send shivers down the bones.
The Prince—Korrin Randalorion—currently faces off against the second man who bears a striking resemblance to Selena Rudinger.
Their clash is a masterclass in combat, with sparks accompanying them on their ethereal dance.
I watch all of this unfold from a distance, both hands behind me.
The field is vast, with space abundant.
