[OP: ]
{ "Battle is fought not with swords and magic, but with eyes, mind, and footsteps." }
A blank room devoid of anything, a place filled with nothing more than two individuals and their opponents… with their grandfather guiding them, they were fighting against even tougher opponents today.
The place was empty with only Alf and Carla present, their breaths heavy, their bodies riddled with rounds, the white floor below stained with their blood.
-Ooooooooooooong!
Alf was using magic.
-Booooooooom!
His opponent, on the other hand, was using a sharp curved sword that was focused on speed-based fights.
-Swiiiiiiiiish!
Similar to him, Carla was fighting a being that used magic of a strange kind, or something that resembled magic but was not exactly magic.
"Akhm!"
