The fire user moved now, his fire scorpion behind him snapped its claws as waves of fire emitted from it. At the same time, the wind user's hawk beat its wings, conjuring a sharp gust that blasted forward.
Together, the fire and wind created a miniature flame tornado that was rapidly approaching them in the narrow space.
Aren backed off, placing both swords in an X-guard as he prepared for the attack. But Daniel moved quickly.
The senior plunged his lance down to the floor. Instantly, several plates of heavy metal materialized in front of them, locking together like a forming wall.
The swirling firestorm crashed against the barrier, flames scattering harmlessly along the reinforced plates before dissipating into smoke.
"You're…more competent than I thought," Aren said, lowering his blades slightly.
"You look down on me too much," Daniel cried through obvious crocodile tears.
