Blaze stood at the far end of the observation deck, leaning against the glass, his right leg wrapped in a soft exoskeletal brace that hissed faintly with each breath he took, I want to take it off he said to himself.
Below, his teammates were moving like lightning across the field.
Aya's form blurred as she dashed past two training bots, leaving behind a streak of pale violet light. Her Temporal Field, a manipulation of time around her movements had grown sharper, precise.
Scarlett darted between them, her Crimson Mirage Technique splitting her body into three flickering afterimages before she shattered the defense drone's barrier with a twisting kick, everyone was upgrading and getting better, they wanted to be a team players, Blaze can rely on.
Lionel stood behind them, calm and grounded, channeling energy through his fists before slamming them into the ground. The resulting quake sent a shockwave that scattered the drones like paper.
It was beautiful, coordinated, alive.
