[b][u]Polaris[/u][/b]

It had been a while since she had seen a warrior that would hopefully give Wrensthav more than a little trouble.  Tendrils of orange started to swirl around him as he prepared for his first attack.  In an instant, He was already in front of the Pretty Elf-lady.  His blade, an arced blur of gold slicing upward.  Somehow,  the fearsome attack was parried away and the silver-haired woman moved but a step to the side.

[i]But she does look annoyed for some reason.[/i]  Polaris though to herself. [i]Maybe she poured some magic power into her blade for the parry.  Magic nullifying items and techniques must be a rarity in this world.[/i]  Wrensthav rarely used Bergecrest for this reason as it greatly lessened the magical advantage of himself and his opponent.  [i]We did hear something of this character taking down dragons or controlling them.  Hopefully she doesn't learn the true weakness of Wrensthav's fighting mentality.[/i]

Several more clashes chimed out from the beautiful blades every time they kissed.  No doubt the higher bell-like notes came from the crystal sword, the golden sword sounding more like a gong.  Surprisingly the two notes harmonized quite well.  Several moments passed before Wrensthav embedded the sword into the ground.   The two of them clashing was quite a sight.  More like glimpsing two ancient specters fighting over the outcome of this holy ground than a friendly sparring match.

  Taking a second to pour magical power into some hand signs, Wrensthav’s gloves visibly glowed orange from the interweaving lines that swam across the surface.

[b]“I ask for the aid of that which answers to the void archive, come forth and heed my call, nine knives!”[/b]

  He casually touched the ground before grasping the golden blade once more.   Nine small, dark portals manifested from the ground on the outskirt of a summoning circle made of runes.  Coming from these portals, were nine small throwing knives that soon orbited around their caster.

[b]“About time you stopped playing around!” [/b] I yelled at Wrensthav.   I did not enjoy seeing how much fun he was having with this evaluation.

[b]“Thanks for the warm-up, but it seems my companion is getting impatient.  Hopefully our next few exchanges will determine the outcome of this sparring match.”[/b]