The clash of spells faded as the protective sigil flared bright over the arena.
"Victory goes to Elena von Lestaria of the Imperial Academy of Valor!"
Applause erupted, loud and proud from her academy's section, though not as deafening as some of the earlier cheers. Elena gave a small bow, composed as ever, before calmly leaving the field.
Noel leaned back in his seat. "Another clean win."
Balthor popped a peanut into his mouth. "She didn't even sweat. When you brought her with you the first time she looked like a scared little girl, but it seems I was wrong about her, appearances are not what they seem."
"It was an entertaining fight at least. Her opponent was good—but Elena's is better. And yes, you shouldn't judge someone just by appearances because you would probably be surprised by the things you could discover."
