"This should be enough of a warm-up, Prince Michael," Eryndor said, breaking the silence as they stood on opposite sides of the arena.
"Yes, it is enough," Prince Michael replied confidently. "I'll let you go first. Show me how strong the Thorne family's swordsmanship is."
Eryndor's eyes shone with resolve. "As you desire, Your Highness."
Eryndor inhaled deeply, concentrating all of his energy and narrowing his eyes. The air around him appeared to be still in anticipation as his sword glowed with a faint grey light. As the young swordsman got ready to show off the full power of the Thorne family's swordsmanship, the audience watched in hushed silence, feeling the tension rising.
With a power that was distinctly Sword Aura, the grey aura encircled Eryndor's sword. Swords within five kilometres of him started humming with excitement the instant he let it loose, and the area around him appeared to tremble in reaction.
