The arena steamed, the haze rising between the four fighters as the crowd murmured with restless energy. Heat from Zann's flames mingled with the damp chill of Leonel's water, leaving the ground slick and uneven.
Aerin twirled on her heel, light gleaming at her fingertips, while Auron stood calm behind her, shadows rippling outward like a second skin. The twins looked untouchable—fluid, precise, their movements perfectly complementary.
Across from them, Zann wiped sweat from his brow, teeth clenched. Leonel exhaled heavily, droplets dripping from his fingertips. For a moment, they were quiet, backs almost touching from their last clash.
But their silence was heavy, edged with pride and frustration.
Beau whistled from the sidelines. "You see that? It's like the twins are dancing out there and they're not even breaking a sweat."
Elenea nodded, arms crossed. "They read each other's movements before they even make them. That's not just practice… it's bond."
