Allen adjusted his stance, his rapier held steady as he observed Noel's transformation. The crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch, their cheers blending into a deafening roar. Noel's aura crackled with raw energy, his every movement accompanied by the sharp hiss of lightning.
"Impressive trick," Allen remarked, his voice calm despite the mounting tension. "But power without control is just a storm waiting to dissipate."
Noel smirked, his fiery hair seeming to glow under the arcs of electricity dancing around him. "Funny coming from someone who looks like they walked out of a fencing lesson. Let's see if that precision of yours can handle the fury of a tempest!"
