*Swish*
The swing produced a calm gust of wind and kicked dust, while not looking like it carried any power. Xavier then performed thrusts, guards, parries, different swings and slashes. He danced around with his sword, being nimble and agile in his feet, yet his strikes carried stability and power that was not expected from the complex maneuvers.
Each of his strikes kicked up the dust around him. His firm footwork resounded across the courtyard and his perfect strikes left the Grandmaster mesmerized.
The inside of Xavier's head was completely empty, the only thing going through his thoughts was to perform the next move, move his body to the next stance. No excitement, no happiness, just cold instructions to his body to complete this art.