"Try again. Learn to respect the rules, you rubbish."
Zed's words were a sharp cut in the silent air, and much to his surprise, the boy standing across him wasted no time in action.
Straight to attack!
With a fleeting flash of crimson light. The boy made a swift decision, crushing a spore in his grasp. It was a simple fireball spell - the most elementary kind - aimed straight for Zed's chest.
Zed, however, was not a newbie on this. Even as he spewed craps, his vigilance remained razor-sharp. His muscles tightened in preparation, his core surged with power, enabling him to dodge the fiery assault in a very short time with martial art.
