"If you can't move, you can't do anything."
But Reginald had expected to be proven wrong.
After all, he could see that Killian had no reaction.
Even Evelyn kept eating her popcorn with an amused smile that he couldn't place if it was because she enjoyed the match, or because she knew what came next.
"Argh!" Keith groaned as his elbow strained from the pressure concentrating on his hand.
Reginald jolted and unclenched his fists immediately. He cursed under his breath. "I got distracted."
His eyes shifted to Evelyn once before he looked back at Keith. She still wore that amused smile.
Reginald smirked. "She must enjoy watching others suffer." And he wanted to give her a show.
Another vortex of wind grew around his frame, expanding readily to crush the remaining part of his opponent's confidence.
Whispers had begun rising within the crowd. "Let's finish this," Reginald whispered to himself, forming a small ball of wind in his palms.
