Joint Combat Exams 11

The intensity in the arena was palpable, and it held the spectators, professors, and even the judges in rapt attention. It seemed like time had slowed down as both Tristan and Evadne faced each other, locked in a fierce battle of wills and prowess.

The tension built with each passing moment. Ten seconds, thirty seconds, and even a full minute ticked by without a single move from either fighter. The audience, perched on the edge of their seats, could hardly contain their anticipation for the next explosive clash between these two extraordinary combatants.

Then, suddenly, it happened. In a bluish-white flash that seemed almost too fast for the human eye to follow, Tristan made his move. 

His sword struck like a lightning bolt, but it was met with a powerful defense as Evadne reacted swiftly. She soared into the air, her aura enveloping her in thick, layered protection like a fortress of steel.