Ashwing groaned from the edge of the circle. "They're gonna regret that."
Lindarion didn't smile.
"Alright," he said. "Name and affinity."
"Kelris," said the tall one. "Fire."
"Torven," said the short one. "Earth."
Lindarion nodded once, stepping back a pace.
"Come at me."
They moved instantly.
Kelris was faster, hot-blooded, like most fire users. His fingers flicked as he moved, flames catching along his knuckles without fuss. No theatrics, just practiced speed.
A quick arc of fire came straight toward Lindarion's chest.
He tilted his body half a step, letting it slide past his shoulder, and raised his palm flat.
Kelris went for a follow-up strike.
But the moment his boot hit the dirt, Torven followed.
The ground under Lindarion's feet pulsed.
'There.'
He let his feet leave the ground early, jumping just before the shock hit. Earth cracked in a ring around where he'd stood, like something had punched upward from below.
Not bad. They were coordinating.