"Forgive me, boys, but this battle will have to come to an end," Professor Elias muttered. His tone was calm, but the pressure in his voice carried a weight that silenced the crackling storm of flames and lightning still swirling between Aaron and Michael. With a firm motion, he caught both Excalibur and Michael's twin blades with his bare hands, redirecting the clash of forces skyward.
The shockwave that had been building tore free, splitting into the air above them, shredding what remained of the arena's roof. Metal and reinforced stone scattered like paper under the release, daylight pouring in through the massive opening.
Aaron lowered his weapon, displeasure plain on his face. "We were just about to get to the fun part, professor," he complained, voice dripping with annoyance. His adrenaline was still boiling, his blood singing for the fight to continue.
