On the school training grounds, Ron called unto Andy and Esthen. He started to power up, because Andy and Esthen didn't know much about powering up, they stood there looking at him stupidly. He had the earth element so he made the ground shake in order to scare them. He threw rock spears and arrows at them. They dogged them all. He did it once more, they dogged again. He got angry and made rock crystals which in the situation caused a tornado. He threw it at them , it mistakenly hurted a girl qho was watching the fight. Andy and Esthen got angry, Andy's hair became violet and his eyes also became red , Esthen's hair started to freeze. Ron got to know they were powering up. Mr Derek their Principal saw it and called them to stop. He knew Ron would have been hurt. As soon as they heard his voice , their powers came down. In the schol siren, The Principal called them. He told them there would be a training
The crowd roared as the fighters stepped into the ring, dust rising beneath their boots like smoke before a storm. I clenched my fists, adrenaline surging. Across from me,Andy cracked his neck and smirked—he lived for this.
"Come on," he growled. "Show me what you've got."
I didn't wait. I lunged forward, fists
The arena pulsed with tension as Andy stepped into the ring, fists clenched, eyes locked on Esthen. She stood calm, composed, her stance loose but lethal. The crowd chanted, but Andy heard only the pounding of his own heart.
"Ready to lose?" Esthen teased, a smirk tugging at her lips.
Andy didn't answer. He charged.
Esthen dodged effortlessly, her movements like wind slipping through cracks. Andy swung again—wild, desperate—but she caught his wrist mid-air and twisted. He dropped to one knee, gasping.
"Too slow," she said, releasing him.
He sprang up, fury igniting his limbs. This time, he feinted left and landed a solid punch to her ribs. Esthen staggered, surprised—but not broken. She retaliated with a spinning kick that knocked Andy flat.
The crowd roared.
Andy wiped blood from his mouth and grinned. "You're holding back."
Esthen's eyes narrowed. "You think so?"
She lunged, faster than before. Their bodies collided, a blur of strikes and counters. Sweat flew. Bones groaned. But neither backed down.
Then, from the shadows, a voice echoed: "Enough."
Both froze.
A cloaked figure stepped forward. "You've proven your strength. Now prove your loyalty."
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flying, each strike fueled by weeks of frustration and grit. Andy blocked the first two, but the third caught him off guard—right in the ribs. He staggered, then retaliated with a spinning kick that grazed my jaw. Pain flared, but I didn't back down.
We traded blows like thunderclaps, each hit echoing through the arena. Sweat dripped into my eyes, blurring the edges of the world. But I saw his stance falter—just for a second. I feinted left, then drove my elbow into his shoulder. He grunted, dropped to one knee.
"Get up!" I shouted. "We're not done!"
Kael looked up, blood on his lip, and smiled. "Now we're talking."
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tomorrow so then they will show off their talents .