Regardless, Soren's Dagger came down.
×4 Force.
—coupled with the reenforcement of his muscles, this attack was a brazen devastating one.
Boom.
The force shook the ground, dust rising in the air.
~silence.
The cameras in the arena focused.
Many cadets leaned forward, all hungry to see what had happened.
And then, the wind blew.
It was revealed.
Goldsworth froze, shocked. A drop of sweat sliding down his forehead.
Soren's attack had reached him. But the edge of the blade hovered mere inches from his face.
The layers of golden strings were just too much.
Soren's force had exploded a lot if it, but the defence was just too tight.
Like a bow realising an arrow, the arena erupted again.
"The Commoner did not reach him."
"YES. Goldsworth is so strong."
"He is so cool. Oh, I want to have babies with him."
"Goldsworth I love you."
"Damn it. I was sure that attack would hit. What went wrong?"
There was a mix of reactions, but mostly, there was praise.
