Loud cheering filled the audience area, all coming from those paying attention to Arena 7. Blazing flames and overpowering darkness clashed in a battle of wills, roaring flames radiating heat all around the arena, while shrinking around an acolyte trapped in the middle. Meanwhile, another acolyte kept on creating complicated gestures in the air with his hands in order to direct the spell.
"Hey, Emery! I think you should just give up!" Gerri shouted from outside the flames.
"Nope, not happening!" Emery answered.
"If you stay any longer, you might become today's dinner… Roasted Emery, with charred skin and ashen bones… Urp, now that certainly is a disturbing image…" Gerri's face turned pale and he scrunched up his expression in disgust.
"Damn, Gerri! You really have quite the disturbing mind!" Emery shouted, trying to keep his expression straight.
"Come on, my friend! Just give up! I don't want you to die!" Gerri shouted.
