In the capital city, Deldi. Royal palace.
"Ice," Edward said as he swung his sword down with force.
Boom!
The knight he was sparring with blocked the strike without much trouble and struck back at once.
Edward jumped back several steps. As he moved, he began to chant.
His voice was calm, but his eyes were sharp.
Frost gathered in the air before him, and long ice spears slowly took shape.
"Magic Arsenal, first form," he said quietly.
Edward waved his hand forward.
The ice spears shot ahead at frightening speed.
"Ice Spears."
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The knight raised his shield again and again.
Each impact pushed him back across the ground.
Cracks spread under his feet. One spear slipped past his guard and cut his cheek.
A thin line of blood appeared, bright against the cold skin.
Edward did not stop.
He rushed forward, sword raised high, his steps fast and steady.
The knight tried to focus on the sword, but the ice spears kept coming.
