Those who had been complaining, those who had belittled Norma until now and claimed she was not the right choice to face Elana in the arena, had all fallen silent. Every single one of them simply stared, eyes wide, watching the battle unfold.
In the arena, two streaks of blue clashed again and again, accompanied by the dull, heavy thuds of physical exchanges between the two warriors.
Norma and Elana were evenly matched in speed and technique. It was impossible to tell who was holding back, if anyone at all, since neither relied on mana consistently.
Adrian, having already finished his own matches, turned his attention to the fight. His eyes followed their movements closely, a faint smile curving his lips.
DHAK. Slam.
Norma drove Elana into the mat as the silver-haired woman tried to lock her neck with her legs. But Elana did not stay down long, nor did she allow the instructor to overpower her.
