Raizen and Hikari took the left lane. Keahi and Feris the right. Ichiro and Esen the open spaces in between. Lynea and Arashi the center line.
The arena's target systems woke properly then - slamming up and down, metal groaning, the whole ground shook a bit for them.
Raizen dashed in, cutting a corner and two targets at the same time. He overcooked his stop and tumbled, rolled, popped up with his palms raised in surrender. Hikari shook her head, smiled, and offered him a hand.
Keahi painted flame arcs that Feris used as guides, swinging her projected mace head through the gaps with growing accuracy. Her range stretched by meters without losing control. She learned to stop the projection right before impact and let the displaced air do the hitting instead. Then she quadrupled the size of the mace head on a whim and knocked a practice wall flat - Kori nodded twice at that.
