Trouble Maker

The loud beep gotten when the countdown hit zero was the spark needed to light the thick air of gunpowder in the arena.

All the recruits lunged towards their respective opponents.

Ethan and Gilkard were the same, rushing towards each other the moment the beep reached their ears, the roar of the crowd who were happy to finally see the action unfold accompanying them.

Midway to their collision at the center of the stage, Gillard flashed open his coat and performed a quick draw, revealing a long sword.

Ethan's eyes flashed with a mysterious glint though, the smile on his face spreading further, but then Gillard, as if having sensed something, paused his attack mid way, and took a sudden side step making his attack look pointless.

Ethan, who had executed the counter he had in mind, felt his fist hitting nothing but air as Gillard had sidestepped even before he had made that maneuver.

Noting the silvery gloss over his eyes, Ethan frowned slightly.