Solomon stepped entirely into the illuminated courtyard. The sharp clack of wooden training blades abruptly ceased. Dozens of older teenagers lowered their weapons and turned their attention toward the entrance.
The customized azure robes of the second-year disciples contrasted sharply with the basic gray fabric of Solomon's first-year training gear. He stuck out completely among the veterans.
[LazyCat: they all stopped to look at the trespasser.]
[GamerGuy: boss music starts playing.]
A tall senior with a square jaw separated from the central group. He rested a wooden broadsword on his shoulder and marched directly toward the archway. Marco Alfoy remained entirely silent in the background while keeping his distance from the front lines.
