Elsa

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The surprise registered before the pain. Elsa had never duelled a mundane person before and could not have expected such resistance. Before she knew it, her staff dropped to the ground, suddenly heavier than she remembered it to be; it appeared that the muscles in her left arm had stopped functioning. For a brief moment, her pride, hurt more deeply than her arm, battled with her survival instinct. Could she let herself be defeated by a mere sword?

But then again, many Bright Order duellists prided themselves on being graceful losers...

Ignoring the pain, Elsa put on a smile and made an extravagant bow. "So you can take my staff from me. I'm most impressed, Mr Jager." She drew back a few steps. "That makes it yours by College tradition."