{Third Person}
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Orion moved first. Just a single step, and the ground beneath his feet froze solid, ice spreading in jagged veins outward.
A second step, and shards erupted toward Elira like a volley of crystalline spears.
Elira spun, flames bursting from her palms in an elegant spiral, melting the first barrage mid-air. Steam hissed upward in twisting ribbons.
The audience roared.
Orion extended an arm, forming a blade of ice along his forearm. Then he lunged forward.
Elira met him with fire-coated fists, each blow clashing against his frost with crackling explosions.
She ducked under a swing, pivoted, and released a sharp burst of flame at his chest. But Orion's shield snapped up instantly, a dome of frosted energy absorbing the hit.
"You're fast," he admitted.
"And you are freezing everything," she shot back, breathless but focused.
The fight transformed into a dance.
