Syra sat perched on the edge of a nearby balcony. She tossed a throwing knife in the air and caught the handle flawlessly.
"They need to learn how to fight alongside fire and water," Syra commented. She pointed her blade toward the center ring. "Because those two are going to level the battlefield if they lose control."
Out in the main ring, Krax and Gulag escalated their sparring match. Krax gripped his greataxe tightly and charged forward. He inverted the gravity well around his own body, allowing his massive frame to glide across the courtyard with terrifying speed.
Gulag slammed both fists into the tiles. She transmuted the surrounding architecture entirely. Ten massive pillars of black glass shot upward from the floor, attempting to box Krax into a confined space.
