Will
"Damn!" William exclaimed as he was once again thrown to the ground, his sword returning to the form of a cross pendant which rested on the ground a foot away from where his hand rested.
"Again!" Ragnos roared as his obsidian black boot kicked Will's side.
The young prince groaned as he got to his feet and picked up the pendant. Infusing wind and fire into the cross, he imagined gold embroidered silver double swords within his minds eye. He then thought of an obsidian black suit of armor much like the one Ragnos wore.
Bringing the weapons and armor into reality was at first taxing, but after fourteen months of training it was almost muscle memory.