"If I say I just want to spar with you, will you believe it?"
Cael's voice was light, almost playful, as if he had asked about the weather rather than a fight.
Hearing Cael's question, Elara let out a chuckle. The sound was dry, skeptical.
"Well... it is very hard to believe."
Cael nodded.
"Yeah, I think so too. But it's the truth. Unless you want to fight for real."
Elara stood up slowly, brushing dirt from her knees. Her golden flames flickered around her wrists, responding to her rising pulse.
"Fine. I'll play with you."
Cael tilted his head slightly, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Be my guest."
Elara no longer hesitated to attack.
Golden flames covered her wrists as she punched forward. Instantly, a golden fire fist shot out from Elara's arm, tearing through the air with a hungry roar.
Cael's eyes widened as the fire fist hit his body and pushed him back. His boots scraped against the earth, leaving shallow grooves in the soil.
