The crowd held its breath.
On one end of the battlefield stood Adlar Veyron. Though his face looked composed, his fists were clenched, ready for action.
On the other… stood Seraphine Duskblade.
She was wearing a violet cloak that shimmered with lightning-like embroidery and carried a silver-bladed sword that was resting on her shoulder. She looked totally relaxed.
And then ...
Thalan's loud and clear voice echoed through the arena.
"Begin!"
Adlar moved instantly. He slammed one foot into the ground....
Crack!
Jagged stone pillars erupted toward Seraphine's position as he leapt forward, both hands crackling with lightning.
"Let's end this quick," he growled.
Seraphine didn't panic. She exhaled softly.
And then vanished.
Fwoosh!
Air bent around her form as she slid through the battlefield like a gust of wind, weaving between the earth pillars with graceful, almost lazy precision.
The crowd gasped. "She is... She is fast."
