Veymar's eyes flared red, his aura spilling out like molten fire. A twisted smile crept across his face. "Excitement, is it, Selmora? Well then… why don't you fight me instead?"
Selmora froze, a predator's grin spreading across her face, her eyes glowing an intense, venomous green. Slowly, deliberately, she fixed her gaze on him. "Can you scream… Veymar?"
Nyssara's heart nearly stopped. She clutched at her robes, eyes wide with disbelief. "This… this can't be happening. I have to stop them before they destroy each other!"
The two warriors squared off, their auras crackling and clashing in the tense air between them. The hall itself seemed to hold its breath. Then, in a blur of motion, they surged toward each other with impossible speed, fists raised, ready to collide.
Selmora's fist cut through the air, wreathed in green flames of raw energy. Veymar's came at her, blazing red, the heat of his aura seeming to scorch the very floor beneath him.
BAM!
