Chapter 18: Raising the Shield
"They're at it again?" Some of the lower ranking Bureau Zero members were gathered around the edge of their private training hall; all focus lay on a single fight, in truth, the only fight going on at the time.
The fight in question was between Sven and Gerwulf. It'd become something akin to a ritual for them; they'd met during their free time ever since the Blue Moon Ball three months ago. In truth however that was only about a dozen and a half times due too schedule constraints; Sven was always off to war meetings and Gerwulf was always out trying to find a respectable job.
The combatants met blows regularly all across the hard wood floor of the arena; today they were going at it with fists, augmented with their innate magic. In terms of ability Sven held dominance throughout the day, however, Gerwulf was starting to get a grasp on Sven's technique.
"Come now Gerwulf, I shouldn't have to spend all my time off with this kind of thing." Sven feinte