With both of them having entered the Siderius state, the fight that would soon unfold would be one that would be the start of a rather interesting series of events.
Byron and Aymon were now looking for a moment to start the second round of the fight. This time, it was Byron's turn to take the lead and deal the first blow, as Aymon had previously caught him unprepared with his blindspot attack.
"Now, let's see if you will still be able to pull any surprise attacks, Aymon," thought Byron as he prepared to make the first strike. He was now serious and set on not letting Aymon escape his sight, not even for a millisecond. With his senses and physical abilities greatly amplified, Byron could now move exactly as he wanted, and he planned to execute a swift strike that would allow him to lead the spar in a way that would let him take advantage of his strength, which was superior to Aymon's.
The moments in which both students analyzed each other felt like eons, and as a single bead of sweat trickled from Byron's temple to the ground, the scene unfurled into action.
In the blink of an eye, the sparring room transformed into a battleground of extraordinary agility and calculated strikes. Byron's right hook, fueled by the enhanced speed of the Siderius state, sliced through the air toward Aymon's ribcage. Anticipating this offensive move, Aymon gracefully stepped backward, narrowly evading the powerful punch that resonated with a shockwave, leaving a palpable impact in its wake.
As Aymon aimed a swift low kick at Byron's lower body, intending to disrupt his rhythm, Byron gracefully evaded Aymon's precise strike by jumping, and using the force of the jump quickly spun to generate force for his guillotine kick that was aimed at Aymon's collarbone.
Seeing the incoming strike, and in the thrill of the battle, Aymon decided to enjoy the spar with his strong opponent and launched a kick of his own toward Byron. Both kicks were about to meet, each one carrying a force strong enough to wreck a 4-story building, the wind pressure that was generated in the second that their two kicks met was strong enough to shake the walls of the sparring room. The clash of their astral-enhanced kicks sent a shockwave reverberating through space, creating a momentary vortex of energy that distorted the air around them.
"You know what Byron?" asked Aymon with a confident yet playful grin on his face, just as the time seemed to have stopped for a moment when their strikes collided. "We should do this more often, it's fun," continued Aymon this time almost laughing.
"You lunatic," replied Byron, amused by Aymon's words, "you are the weirdest guy I've ever met."
"Thanks, you are smart yourself," replied Aymon, his laughter resonating in the charged atmosphere of the sparring room. As the echoes of their powerful clash lingered, the banter between the two combatants added a touch of levity to the intense duel.
In the wake of their momentous clash, Aymon and Byron found themselves caught in a strange synchronicity of laughter and adrenaline. The sparring room, once a silent battleground, now echoed with the resonance of their banter and the lingering energy of their powerful kicks.
With an unspoken agreement, they reset their positions, both anticipating the next surge of action. The intensity in the air had not diminished; if anything, it had heightened.
Byron, having learned from the first exchange, decided to leverage his speed and agility even more. His movements became a dance of controlled chaos, each step calculated to close the distance between him and Aymon. Aymon, in turn, focused on maintaining a flexible defense, ready to counter any unpredictable strikes Byron might unleash.
The sparring room witnessed a dazzling display of athleticism and strategy. Byron unleashed a series of rapid jabs, each one a feint to gauge Aymon's reactions. Aymon, with his keen instincts, expertly parried each jab, creating an intricate dance of offense and defense. The exchange intensified as they seamlessly transitioned between strikes and dodges, the astral energy surrounding them amplifying every movement.
In the midst of their intricate maneuvers, Aymon seized an opening. With a swift feint, he baited Byron into committing to a high kick. In a split second, Aymon ducked under the kick, closing the distance between them, and executed a perfectly timed elbow strike to Byron's midsection.
Byron winced, momentarily caught off guard by Aymon's calculated move. It was a testament to Aymon's adaptability and strategic thinking. However, Byron wasn't one to be outdone easily. Channeling his astral energy, he retaliated with a barrage of spinning kicks, creating a whirlwind of force that Aymon skillfully evaded.
As the battle unfolded, Ghost watched from his office, a mix of pride and fascination in his eyes. These two students, with their contrasting styles and personalities, were shaping up to be exceptional fighters. The sparring room, now a canvas for their dynamic clash, bore witness to the birth of a rivalry that would undoubtedly leave a lasting mark on the academy's history.