You picked up a pair of iron short swords off of the wooden rack and began looking them over as you moved out of the way for the next guy to grab his weapon. The hilt of both swords were wrapped tightly in leather and softly glowing runes appeared whenever you gave the blade a light swing. Most importantly, a small Boros guild symbol was masterfully etched into the tips of both blades.
You smiled as you practiced swinging the swords a few times to get used to them and watched as the runes flared up brighter and brighter with each powerful swing. Clearly, both of these blades were enchanted by some sort of magic that you could harness if you figured out how it worked. You had mastered basic training and techniques like the other guild aspirants, but knowledge of spells and the mystic arts would give you a clear advantage over the competition.
You looked around the room at the others as they tried to show off with fancy fighting styles and acrobatic movements. Some people were striking down dummies, some were trying to wield weapons that they clearly had no idea about and a few were evening battling each other. "Ten more minutes til we call it quits!" the Boros commander shouted as she headed towards the center of the room. If you were going to impress her, now was the time...
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