Scythe

As the armored student exited the arena, making way for the next challenger, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. I've finally gained movement in my Weapon Style!

Thud...

I glanced towards the entrance, my eyes narrowing as a new combatant stepped into the ring. He was a tall and lean figure, holding a styche - a weapon known for its curved blade and deadly precision.

A hush fell over the spectators as they recognized the potential intensity of the upcoming fight. The air crackled with anticipation, and I prepared myself for the clash that was about to unfold.

"You ready?"

The styche-wielder adjusted his grip on his weapon, the slender curve glinting in the arena's light. With focused determination, he met my gaze and nodded, signaling that he was ready to fight.