Clashes of weapons...well wooden weapons echoced through the grassy fields as dozens of spars went on among students fighting vigorously to earn their credits.
Just like Grim had said, the class was to have a practical session for the day and true to her word's, she had led them out, asked them to change into their P.E where which they were assigned to along their uniform.
Since the training room would be far too small to contain the whole class, the school's largest park had been reserved by the professor whom just like her students had donned, a black and white truck suit as she stood on the back lines silently assessing her students.
Sitted on the grassy pigment, with an unzipped trucksuit was Art, his expression relaxed as he too performed his own assessing, primarily on Trish.
The crazy swordswoman equiping a generic wooden sword was currently engaged in a fierce swordplay with Cheshire.
With no aura beckoned to their call, they both moved with graceful step, lunging forward with powerful step and clashing with their blades.
"Trish!"
"Cheshire."
Each harboring their own set of displeasure, leaped back as Trish the first to land on her feets dashed foward one's more, both her hand at the hint and her sword tilted up for a deadly stab.
Cheshire overwhelmed by her speed quickly brought her sword infornt of her, guarding against the attack that pushed her back a few meters.
Trying to regain get balance, a shadow loomed over her, cauisng her to roll to the side in panic as the space she was stood in was almost severed by Trish whom having leaped up had descended down with a downwards slash.
"I guess somethings never change."
Lifting her wooden sword of the ground, Trish whispered dodging a swing from Cheshire only to counter attack with her own aimed at her sides.
Reacting in time, Cheshire managed to parry the strike, pushing Trish attack back but the swordswoman unfazed, blankly looked at her and performed a causally and almost laid-back attack.
Feeling something was wrong, Cheshire dodged instead of parried only for the sword to accelerate at the last second striking her shoulder and causing her balance to crumble.
Subject to unimaginable pain, her breath hitch unable to scream as she fell to her kneel with a pained expression.
"You... what did you do?"
Looking up to Trish whom blankly stared at her from above, the blonde hair tilted her head and response nonchalantly.
"You dodge when uncertainty, guard when placed in a corner and parry when you familiarize yourself with an attack. I just need to adjust my strikes to you flow and I can catch you ofguard."
Pulling the wooden sword of Cheshire shoulder she walked away her expression one's blank full of boredom.
"Hey this isn't done!" Cheshire scream at the top of her lungs trying to gained Trish's attention but she was ignored, the swordswoman having long turned her interest to another target, Valarie lost.
The only student still trying at stabilize her aura at an isolated place in the field.
As she tried approaching her she caught wind of Professor Grim glaring at her to stop. She didn't want to but she understand she was far too weak now to exercise disobedience and also she didn't want to be a disgrace to her new master watching her along the professor. Displeased she turned back, her gaze surveying around for a new challenge.
It first settled on a dark haired boy with scarlet eyes but his fighting style was too annoying for her to deal with, leaving her to reconsidered.
Then came the dual wielding pink elf whom seem to be fighting demons and gods to just keep an eye open. For that one,she didn't attempt since fighting an opponent whom barely could keep awake wasn't pleasing.
After searching and searching she finally saw someone interesting. A brown haired maiden, turning to the wooden bow on hand.
As her delicate fingers brushed across the silk threads of the bow string, she meet Trish's gaze and wave at her.
Finding it as an invitation, Trish placed the wooden sword on hand, over her shoulder and approached her, her eyes burning with a fierce fighting spirit.
"Name?"
"Cradle."
Rising up from the ground she took the quiver that came along the bow and wore it like a backpack while responding to Trish.
She didn't seem to mind her demanding tone as she took a wooden arrow from her quiver and careful nocked it into the bow.
"Let's keep a distance shall we."
Swifty taking aim as Trish, she remarked gently while Trish reciprocate with a twisted smile.
"Let begin."
Right as she spoke, the arrow embedded within Cradle bow was released, the graceful swordmaster bringing her sword forth to slap the incoming projector aside only to be subjected to another arrow whistling through the air with unparalleled precision and aimed at her shoulder.
Borrowing a footwork from her techquie without outright using aura, she twisted her shoulders inward causing the arrow to rip through part's of her tracksuit while leaving her unharmed.
"Fast!"
Having long distanced herself from Trish, Candle nocking another arrow, took aim one's more with her composure exterior cracking slightly.
"As expected of the Sword saint heir."
Releasing the arrow at Trish, she began to take off, circling around Trish while unloading a set of rapid shots.
The swordmaster tracking all the shot and observing they would all strike her at the same time, pushed her leg foward her sword stance imitating the quick draw from the east as she excersise both rotation and perfect timing to perform a fluid spin while redirecting all her arrows with an elegant circular swing.
"She's a monster."
Seeing all her arrows swiped away, she paled but didn't stop.
Taking her final arrow, she pulled back the string and took aim but never fired.
Her specialty laid in sniping from afar so from the beginning she knew she wouldn't win, had she been allowed to use aura she was confident she would have landed atleast one hit but without aura and her specialty at play she had been at a disadvantage from the get go.
"I gave up!" Announcing with a sour expression she let the arrow fall of her bow and raised her hands in surrender.
"She atleast knows her limit."
Commending her in her mind, Trish nod, soon wandering about searching for another entertaining opponent.