The arena fell into a hushed anticipation as #307 and #69 took their positions on the stage, their gazes locked in determination.
Lassim observed the competitors closely.
#307 was a young man with a confident stance. He brandished his elemental weapon—a rapier—with practiced ease as he stabbed out a few warm-up thrusts; checking his form. His hair was a short and neat blonde and he had a straight jawline that looked like it could cut a piece of paper. He looked like a typical heartthrob from any young girl's fairytale story. His confidence radiated outwards as he flicked his hair back and gave a smile to the crowd.
As he summoned a spherical wind being with a unique halo of leaves floating around it. Lassim noted the unique elemental manifestation, as it was clearly a wind elemental of some kind, as it moved to float directly over #307's shoulder.
