"That's enough!" a voice suddenly stopped Nero in his tracks. Well, the voice as well as the massive wall of stone that suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his attack - not that it was needed. Perfect control over himself and his abilities was the foundation upon which Nero operated, which is why Nero's flames stopped well before they touched the wall.
Nero allowed himself a moment to remain as he was, his spear held in both hands, ready to strike. But then he placed the spear upright beside him, and stood up straight as he looked around the room.
The tough, tiled floor was undamaged, unsurprisingly, though it could not escape the fate of being marred by countless scorch marks. A few recruits lay on the ground, unwilling or unable to get up, their weapons littering the floor. One particular sword had even shattered, its many pieces reflecting the shine of the floodlights aimed at the stage.
