Raijinara circled high above the rocky plateau.
The tension below was palpable, a silence that felt like the breath held before a storm. Eratz stood on the hard ground, staring down his new opponent.
Cinderblaze faced him, standing tall, arms crossed over its chest, one foot tapping lightly against the ground.
It gave Eratz a mocking, cocky grin, tilting its head slightly as if to ask him to lead the dance.
Eratz's smirk widened, his own eyes gleaming with impatience, then, in an instant, he unleashed his spiritual pressure.
A wave of raw, pure energy pulsed out from his body, swiping the air like a storm. The ground beneath him quaked, pebbles thrown away as the pressure grew.
Cinderblaze's smirk faltered for a split second. Its bright eyes widened in surprise, but then, just as quickly, its grin returned, even wider than before.
