"Seriously …", Tarot nervously chuckled, holding his palm out in front of him as he watched the scene before him unfold, "Are these two actually as young as they said?".
The entire area surrounding where Milo and Ellen had began their fight had been completely obliterated, the radius now stretching well over 200 miles. In the middle of the divot, cracks around Milo still body started to foam with fire and water, each one mixing as the earth beneath him continued to strike upwards.
Hovering in the sky, Ellen peered down at Milo, two tendrils of wind beneath her feet propping her up and two tendrils around her arm allowing her to attack. Behind her, a large gust of wind swept her hair aside, rushing towards Milo and slamming into the ground.
