In the hot and stuffy dungeon, the anti-skeletons had just finished accumulating mana for their allotted time. Trench, as the head lich, was the one responsible for making this distinction.
The earth moved and formed letters.
SPAR
A single word. Nonetheless, the accustomed anti-skeletons already knew what to do with such a basic instruction. They all picked partners and began their spars. Instantly, the gate hall was filled with bright lights as spells darted towards opponents, and weapons clashed violently causing sparks to fly about.
Trench also found his own sparring partner. He was no exception to the rule. No, as a matter of fact, he was usually kept the busiest. His sparring partner was none other than Blaze.
READY?
New words formed from the soil. This time addressed solely towards Blaze who nodded after a quick read over. Following the nod, the air became lit by floating flames.
