The training field remained partially covered in fine snow carried by the constant winds from the mountains of Asgard. The sky above was gray and heavy, and small frozen particles danced through the air as the metallic sound of clashing swords echoed repeatedly off the stone structures surrounding the elevated arena.
Xenovia advanced first.
The black sword cut through the air with brutal violence, leaving a bluish trail of energy as it descended toward Kryssia. The subsequent impact exploded in a wave of ice and metallic sparks as Kryssia immediately raised her crystalline sword to block the blow.
The ground beneath their feet cracked instantly.
Kryssia slid a few meters back on the frozen snow, her boots leaving deep marks in the soil as she absorbed the impact with increasing strength in her arms.
"...Your sword is different," she commented as she slowly pushed Xenovia's blade aside.
Xenovia did not respond immediately.
