Power up (1)

It was another morning in the test zone. AS the day grew, warmth spread in the cold test zone. It had been three weeks since Wrik and others entered the test and it still has not reached the time of climax. It was going slow as if all the participants made a tactic understanding with themselves, to not attack each other before the second phase. They all were preparing for the final clash. 

Two blades met in the air, releasing an overflow of black and white mana. Wrik blocked the move from Anton in the middle right of his posture, while the shadow stalker brought another knife in the other arm and attacked on the left of his chest. 

Wrik could barely dodge stepping sideways. The knife moved again, and so did his sword. They met again, as Anton asked, "So, did you come up with a name?"