What is going on?! thought the boy as he assumed a defensive stance, his heart pounding in his chest.
He was not the smartest of the group, but even he now understood what the sage meant by 'battle'.
It was a fight between him and Lian.
The boy's eyes were alert as he scrutinized every possible movement of the former statue, but nothing seemed out of place.
The sage's composure unnervingly perfect. His confident smile, his deep eyes full of wisdom, his rhythmic and calculated steps.
The sage's posture and way of moving allowed no weaknesses like a fortress with no cracks.
Lian could not glimpse any possibility of attack.
A slight sheen of sweat began to form on his forehead, trickling down like a silent warning.
"Boy, do not worry." The sage stopped abruptly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.
"I will not be too much of a bully-" His arm sliced through the air with a fluidity that belied his age.
"Ignis-Terra!"
