Sam and Frost stood opposed to one another, just 10 metres or so apart, each with their weapons drawn. Frost was emitting his aura giving him a cold presence. Sam's eyes opened wide, and a smile grew on his lips, 'interesting' he thought. His aura was going down the path of following his weapon, the great sword as it was heavy and sharp. Frost's however was going down an elemental route, similar to that of a mage yet at the same time Sam could feel a connection to the glaive, it was quite impressive especially for one so young.
"Are you not going to don that ice armour of yours?" Sam asked with a tone of warning, he would not hold back in this fight, it was the only way to truly test Frost's capabilities.