Theresa stood amid the battlefield, panting heavily. Most of her comrades were injured, and some were dead, but she knew she couldn't give up just yet. She glanced at her fellow students, who were also fighting for their lives. Contestants like Edwardo and Rorluk had joined the fray and were as exhausted as she was.
"Arrgh! Damn you, dragons!" Henry yelled. He stretched forth his hands, and fireballs about 20 cm wide danced on his palms. They blazed brightly and emitted intense heat. "MERGE!" he shouted again, clasping his hands together. The result was a large firestorm.
Theresa, seeing the determination of the fiery mage, suddenly gained confidence. "This isn't over yet," she thought. She combined her firestorm with his and launched it toward the ice dragons. The firestorm moved with speed, spinning and consuming everything in its path. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air as the last ice dragon fell, but the battle was far from over.
