Bastian's fire magic flared slightly before he brought it back under control. His aggressive confidence had given way to wariness. He was recognizing that the match's dynamics were altered by his presence.
Miriame remained in her position to the west, her exhaustion from the previous match evident in her posture, her eyes tracking the exchange between Byron and Rhys with the recognition that she might not survive a direct encounter with either competitor.
Byron's assault continued.
He pressed forward, his Bloodrush enhancement providing sustained power output that a normal competitor could not maintain for extended periods.
His earth magic continuously generated tremors, destabilizing the arena floor beneath Rhys's feet.
His light magic was hardening each strike, sharpening each impact point.
And he was landing more hits.
A punch connected with Rhys's jaw, enough to snap his head to the side.
