Just in a few minutes, the arena had turned into pure madness.
Dust clouds rose into the air as spells, weapons, and screams tangled together. Explosions of mana crackled like thunder, shaking the stone ground.
And right in the middle of it all, Gray's group had completely fallen apart.
"Oi! What the hell is he doing?!" Ronan shouted, slamming his gauntleted fists together as he blocked a burst of fire from an incoming mage.
The metal glowed from the heat, but he didn't even flinch; his eyes were locked on the faint blur that was Gray, cutting through enemies alone like a phantom.
"Wasn't this supposed to be a team battle?!" he yelled again, punching the ground.
The shockwave shattered a few nearby spells before he charged straight at another student, his fist landing square on their chest.
BAAM!
The poor student flew several meters back, their protective charm flashing red before vanishing.
