The waiting tiers for contestants were located a lot higher than the rest, likely so that they'd have a clearer view of the fights.
Aren stepped forward until his hands rested lightly against the railing. Beside him, Yuna crossed her arms and scanned the arena display projected above them.
"Lightning versus Earth," she muttered, more to herself than to him.
Across the stadium, John was already doing stretches, twisting his body and shoulders. He hadn't even looked at his opponent once the entire time.
Yuna exhaled sharply.
"This is bad."
"Right," Aren agreed. "We're at an elemental disadvantage."
"John has to win this fight quickly," she said in a low voice. "If the fight gets dragged out, he's going to lose."
The barrier dome snapped shut around the platform with a low hum.
As soon as it did, John didn't hesitate a second. Lightning compressed in his palm, shrieking as it condensed tighter and tighter before he thrust his arm forward.
"Thunder Lance!"
