A red light skimmed through the open air in a slashing motion, held by a boy with brown hair that opened to the sides like a set of curtains. He brought the dagger back, the blade glowing blue, and thrusting forwards, sending the knife piercing forwards in the air. Ashtver's hair was a mess, and he was already puffing. "Too flimsy," he told himself, opening up his menu and stashing the dagger. He then brought out a sort of scimitar, lifting it up over his shoulder. The blade glowed orang