The screeching and clashing of metal drew Seth's attention back to the figures occupying the courtyard. Multiple blurs were shooting around inside a marked off section, what they had designated as their training area.
There were the occasional flashes of lightning, but not the one's set would usually expect from Astra. He had grown used to her blasting it out constantly, like a living thunderstorm, but these flashes were too contained to be lightning blasts.
From the brief flashes he saw, they seemed to be contained by some kind of sword that she was wielding. He watched as she flipped backwards, lashing out with the intricate weapon in her hand, a whip of glistening metal shards held together by contained lightning.
The whip lashed against a figure in regal, shining white armour and wrapped around the towering great sword he was holding. The figure planted his feet, yanking hard on the lightning whip to pull Astra off guard, as another figure lunged at her from behind.
