The sibling fight raged on like a battle between two equally incompetent warlords, neither willing to surrender, both determined to claim a victory that, in reality, meant absolutely nothing.
What started as a spar had escalated into a full-blown showdown involving hair-pulling, desperate flailing, and a few unsanctioned elemental attacks that might have set fire to a nearby bench — or maybe an innocent chair.
It was hard to tell since the house did not have flammable furnitures inside. The battlefield bore the scars of their recklessness, with scorch marks, swirling gusts, and the occasional, suspiciously singed feather floating down from nowhere.
As the combatants prepared for yet another round of sibling carnage — Liam looking ready to summon a tornado, and Judge with a fireball in hand — Melina decided that enough was enough.
