Guo Li Memorial Stadium, Linan, Democratic Union of Aviye
"Boom baby!" Captain Maka "Qal" Fesmir shouted as she lobbed yet another explosive orb of qi at her opponent. It wasn't quite fair to her opponent, but the crowd loved it and so Qal played up her attacks, despite the waste in both time and qi.
The people she really had to impress though were the pencil pushers with clipboards, who stood at the edges of the arena writing notes and whispering to each other.
Qal's opponent was a wildling cultivator who hadn't attended Amri's school but had learned from a student of hers who'd become a firefighter, an apprentice, in other words. They had a talent for speed and had almost knocked Qal out early by barreling into her and pushing her to the edge of the ring. They were also almost twice as tall as her.
It had taken a burst of effort and a lucky punch to get back in the game, and Qal fully intended to win so she could go on to the international tournament.
