"Sick fuck…" Calix muttered as Victor glanced over the class.
Meanwhile, the teacher was splitting up the children and making sure the ones beaten unconscious were still alive. He berated the two protectors who only stood there with an arrogant gaze, everything the teacher scolding them about instantly bouncing off of their destructive egos fueled by the backing of Victor.
"I guess… he made his statement," Marlene nervously chuckled.
"What an asshole," Silas groaned, sinking even further against the wall, just waiting for the next match. He could care less about some intimidation tactics. "Wake me up when it's our match."
"Damn, nerves of steel," Calix muttered.
"Hey, what's up with that guy?" Marlene pointed out and as Silas looked in the direction of her finger, he saw a familiar face.
"Oh, he's still alive."
"What do you mean by- ohhhhhh…" Calix smiled as he saw Lucas limp back into the classroom. Nobody really noticed him as everybody including the teacher was more focused on Victor.
"For real? Lucas? How'd you do that?" Marlene chuckled, giving Silas a playful nudge.
"I'm more injured than him. What are you talking about?"
"I don't know… he's one of the strongest kids in our grade yet you managed to put a look like that on his face. That's incredible."
He clearly wasn't happy, but instead of an overwhelming anger, it was more… how should I put it? Disappointed? Yes, he was disappointed in himself and that almost seemed to eat away at him from the inside. An unfamiliar feeling that could either make or break him.
…
As if the god of coincidences had descended upon this classroom, a fateful encounter had yet another chance at duking it out. Both boys, Lucas and Silas stood across from each other, their teams respectfully standing beside them.
Nobody could figure out why, but the two boys created a shield of tension that prevented their two teammates from barging in on their unfinished conflict. And before the match was even started, the two exchanged some playful remarks.
"Don't forget who fainted first," Lucas smirked, attempting to hide his shattered ego.
"You have double the power… double the potential yet you couldn't even finish me off?" Silas grinned, his mouth an open smug smile. One of his eyebrows bent down, while one raised, all while his eyes stretched open. "Pathetic little bitch. Aquanot and an Infernician? Yet you tied with me?"
Their two teammates were confused, but sort of put two and two together.
Silas and Lucas closed the gap with swift determination, a tangible tension in the air. He instantly created a burst of air that streamed towards Lucas who lightly took a breath in. This was in tandem with a change in stance to something much, much lower. Yet, he already expected this.
Instantly, he closed his mouth and stopped breathing until he had finally closed the gap, leaving Silas no choice but to get physical, something Lucas obviously wanted. Silas's muscles tensed as he initiated the confrontation with a frontal kick, aiming to create separation between them. Lucas, anticipating the attack, countered deftly. He sidestepped with calculated precision, his movements mirroring the fluidity of a seasoned martial artist. The air crackled with the potential for conflict as Lucas, undeterred, responded with a low sweep, a tactical move to disrupt Silas's balance.
Silas, however, was no stranger to such tactics. Anticipating Lucas's sweep, he showcased his Avianalyst agility, launching into a mid-air evasion that defied gravity. In a seamless display of acrobatics, Silas redirected his momentum into a spinning heel kick aimed at Lucas, showcasing not only physical prowess but also a strategic mindset.
Mid-air, Silas executed a precise spin, his body moving with calculated grace. The transition from evasion to offense was fluid as he landed gracefully, immediately launching into an onslaught of jabs and palm strikes. Each strike was aimed with precision, a testament to Silas's mastery of Avianalyst techniques. Lucas, drawing from his judo skills, countered with a combination of blocks and deflections, demonstrating his own expertise.
Sensing an opportunity, Lucas shifted into a low grappling stance, a strategic move to exploit any potential imbalance in Silas's aerial assault. Silas, however, was quick to adapt. Utilizing his Avianalyst finesse, he dodged with seamless agility, landing on his feet without missing a beat. The dance between the two fighters continued each movement a carefully calculated step in the unfolding choreography.
Seizing the opening, Silas unleashed a barrage of quick strikes, his fists, and palms a blur in the air. Lucas, relying on his judo techniques, skillfully deflected and countered, his movements a blend of defensive precision and strategic anticipation. The rhythm of the duel shifted, with Silas attempting to maintain the momentum of his counterattack, and Lucas working to regain control.
With a surge of intensity, Lucas infused his martial prowess with fire magic. Activating steampunk tech in his legs, he propelled himself forward with fiery explosions, attempting a formidable fiery tackle. Silas, reacting defensively, utilized Aerothaumaturgy to create a protective air barrier. The clash of elements resonated on the battlefield, the heat and wind intermingling in a visual spectacle.
Remaining focused, Silas capitalized on Lucas's fiery momentum. With a burst of wind manipulation, he redirected the fiery impact, dissipating the heat and preserving his defensive stance. The battlefield echoed with the clash of elements, the fighters locked in a dynamic struggle where the mastery of martial arts and elemental control played crucial roles.
Having gained the upper hand, Silas seamlessly transitioned into an aerial assault. His kicks and flips, imbued with Avianalyst precision, aimed not only to strike Lucas but to disorient him. Each movement was deliberate, a calculated effort to exploit the advantages of his chosen martial arts style. Lucas, grounded and resilient, faced the onslaught with a strategic mindset, preparing to counter and turn the tide in his favor.
Undeterred by the aerial onslaught, Lucas grounded himself with resilience and strategic intent. Drawing upon his judo techniques, he evaded Silas's airborne attacks with calculated moves. The exchange of blows continued relentlessly, with each participant fully engaged in the unfolding contest of skill and will. The ebb and flow of the duel showcased the dynamic interplay between the Avianalyst and judo styles, creating a mesmerizing spectacle of martial prowess.