Vitros had charged first to observe. As his opponent raised a katana to guard, he realized that his foe was not normal. "So, your strength is not of an ordinary man.", the warrior said to Tywar. The warrior increased his own strength and flung Tywar across the ground. As the man quickly recovered his balance, Vitros had his hand against his swords handle. After a little time, his blade had turned to its ice form. As the light flashed, all the people wow'd and got suspicious as to how he did that. "Well, let's see what else you can do, shall we?" The warrior charge once more at Tywar, and scraped his blade's tip into the ground as he ran, making the ground behind him wet down and freeze over. Just as the two men's blades were to clash, Vitros' blade melted to water, went through Tywar's guard, and turned back to ice, and cut near his shoulder. As this happened, Tywar pulled out a knife from his boot and stabbed it into Vitro's arm. The two seperated, and as Tywar stood, he spoke.

"That was weak! You didn't even hit me!", but as the words escaped his mouth, hair from infront his face, fell off, from the blade that missed his face by inches.
Vitros stared at the knife in his left arm, which he pulled out without flinching. "Well, you sure hit me.", he said with a frown. But as Tywar was to reply, he heard something from behind. "But would you like for me to hit you this time?", Tywar heard from behind as he saw the warrior that was infront of him, turn to water, and fall to the ground. Suddenly, a strong force collided with his back, and he flew across the ground, and slid to a stop.

Just as he looked back, he saw ice shattered across the ground. What? This guy knows how to munipulate ice? Tywar stood and regained his balance once more.

Vitros took the blade behind as if ready to swing into the air. "Now this will be a test. Dodge this for me.", he said as he swung the blade. "IC Barrage!"
Ice shards flew from the blade and came straight for Tywar, he quickly focused and started to dodge the incoming threat. Only a few managed to scrap his skin. Vitros stared at his opponent, Now, to give him a turn. he thought as the final wounds of the knife faded from his arm.

OoC: Alright then, your turn pal. Give it your all.