"THIS IS A BATTLE OF HEROES KNOWN ACROSS THE WORLD…BEGIN–!!!"
Without wasting a moment, Sylvan drew her blade from the stone, unearthing bolts of jet-black electricity that lunged out like serpents.
From Tederich's hand, a burst of wind expelled forward with an intensity that stunned the ears of everybody in attendance. The simple, but absurd degree of magic entirely dismissed the dark lightning, leaving dust settling throughout the battlegrounds.
"Phew," Tederich playfully exhaled. "I don't want that Curse Lightning touching me. I've heard so much as a light zap gives you the runs for a week."
Sylvan didn't take any sort of liking to the joke made at the expense of her craft, silently drawing her sword back as she sprinted right for the veteran. A look of intense focus inhabited her slit irises as she exhaled sharply, arriving within striking distance as she brought her scarlet boot down, crushing the stone beneath–
