'Note to self...do not let that woman hit you...' Will thought to himself, knowing that, even if he went all out, he might not be able to exhibit the same destructive power the amorphous Tigranis had just demonstrated. Fortunately, so long as you had the means to bypass a person's defense, speed and technique triumphed over raw power...
"Huh? Now, where'd you run off to, lad? I know my attack didn't hit you," remarked the Tigranis, having regained her portly figure but still sporting thick, muscular arms as she performed a deep squat like a sumo wrestler, her long and thick tail swishing behind her.
Unaware of what the woman had said, Will remained buried beneath the arena's red sand, concealing his presence as he focused his senses and drew Mana from the environment into his body. This caused his insides to feel like a furnace, but as long as he didn't allow a single Manacule to leak from his body, most people wouldn't be able to sense his rapidly swelling power.
