Zack jumped off of his opponent as the flames consumed their victim. He landed on the ground, kicking up yet another cloud of dust. Elthas rolled around in pain screaming from his charred skin. The smell of burnt hair and flesh permeated the air and caused a few of the spectators to close their windows. Zack brought his thumb over to his nose, flicking it as if the complicated combo was no problem for the youth. He swung both of his arms back and forth and hopped on the ground once more, prepared for whatever was to come next.

Overhead he could hear vultures between Elthas’ moans of agony. The flames still licked at his foe’s clothes despite his rolling to try and put them out. Zack pursed his lips to the side, placing his balled fists upon his hips. If Zack knew that Elthas was going to be this easy, he wouldn’t have bothered coming out the gate with such a powerful combo attack. He brought his hand into the air, motioning it up as if to tell Elthas to get back up. He would offer no apologies for causing so much distraught to his opponent. This was a battle and in battles one was to show no regrets.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Zack said again with much more venom in his tone. His hand cackles with electricity as he continued to motion for Elthas to rise. If his temporary enemy continued to prove himself unworthy of Zack’s skillset, he would quickly put the warrior out of his misery.