Lucas and Anda stood in their rightful places waiting for the beginning.
Lucas used fire.
Olivia used nature.
"I wonder what this match will be like…!" the announcer exclaimed.
With no further words, he banged the bell for a start. Quietness rose up as the crowd's noise depleted, waiting for the results in order to explode again.
The two never thought of talking; Anda kept quiet, with her face a little shaky, while Lucas was angry, with no words to speak.
The fire glowed in Lucas's palms as he stood straight and ready to fight, while Anda rolled her hands around, making it complicated to understand what she was up to.
The green plants started growing on Lucas's feet.
'Great skill, Class A. You want to trap me?' Lucas silently muttered as he jumped away from the growing plants.
This time he thought of attacking instead of waiting, glaring at his opponent with his hands glowing while the time swiftly ran away.
