Daniela took a deep breath, her bright golden eyes fixed on her opponent. She was quite nervous; she could feel hundreds of eyes locked onto her. A great weight pressed mercilessly on her shoulders. Most people in the Empire knew who she was — after all, she was the daughter of the Empire's Saint. On top of that, her hair color, pointed ears, and the golden shade of her eyes were well known, as they were identical to her mother's.
She took another breath and cleared her mind.
Golden halos surrounded her body, and small, pure white sparks, like stars, formed tiny points that levitated in the air.
Daniela looked at her opponent — Lisa, the leader of Class Three. She wore silver armor tailored for women, and her wheat-blonde hair fell wildly over her sword. She held the sword firmly in her hand and gazed at Daniela with a serious expression.
"Daniela, I hope this will be fun," Lisa said with a gentle smile.
Suppressing her nervousness, Daniela returned the smile. "I hope so too."
