The Mist Swordsman

The chilliness of the swordsman's aura had trapped the entire school in a silence no one could comprehend. 

"His swordsmanship must be something." Elizabeth watched as Gus stood in front of everyone else. 

"Yeah. I can only imagine how many people he has fought to become that good." Eris agreed quietly.

The two were seated next to each other at the upper right corner of the auditorium since they didn't belong to any council and were watching all of this as part of the ordinary student crowd.

"Another reason why she shouldn't involve ourselves with the church. His far stronger than both of us combined. You might be stronger than him in terms of strength, but his skill is something else." 

"Of course, I know that. Stop speaking like I am some idiot who knows nothing about swordsmanship." She urged. "Defeating me meant nothing. I am just a little rusty, that's all."