BAM!
CLANG!
Two blurs tore across the training ground, colliding again and again. One burned like a raging flame, the other crackled with bluish-green sparks of thunder.
Ron and Arin were locked in a relentless duel, their spears meeting in bursts of fire and lightning. Both were already scratched and bruised, but neither gave an inch, their teeth gritted, their gazes sharp.
"You're strong," Arin said with a smirk, lightning dancing along his rigid, upright hair. "But you won't win."
Ron's hair swayed upward in flame-like waves, his expression twisted with anger. "You won't be laughing in a moment!" he roared, his spear trembling with suppressed power. "Lia's been acting weird ever since you met her… YOU DID SOMETHING TO HER!"
His aura flared, erupting outward in a violent surge as he pushed his strength and speed to the maximum. His spear became a blazing storm, thrusting and sweeping at terrifying pace.
