Velren exhaled slowly, tightening his grip around the hilt of his katana.
For the first time ever, this was an actual fight against another person.
Not against Fenrir. Not against Skoll.
Those two were monsters—legends in their own right. No matter how much training he endured against them, he was still no match for their overwhelming strength. They weren't a fair measurement of his skill.
Which made this moment all the more interesting.
How does he compare to his peers?
The ice-wielding student—let's call him Ice—forged another jagged spear of frost, his breath visible in the suddenly chilled air. His teammate, a broad-shouldered brawler with knuckle-guards, cracked his fists.
"You gonna keep standing there?" Ice taunted, hurling his spear forward.
Velren flickered.
A blur of movement.
The ice spear pierced through his form—only for it to vanish into empty air.
"Tch—again?!"
