From Feng's point of view, the training field looked like a war zone waiting to happen.
The moment Serika cracked her knuckles, grinning like a pyromaniac seconds away from ignition, Feng knew the forest was doomed.
Quinlan stood across from her, exhaling slowly. His bare chest rose and fell as he adjusted his stance, becoming calm and focused, completely ignoring how ridiculous it was to spar with a woman known across nations as the Flame Incarnate. Or, rather than ignoring it, he was glad that it happened.
Feng sat on a boulder with her arms folded in front of her chest. "Yep. Two battle junkies. What have I done to deserve this?"
"Begin!" Serika shouted, already lunging forward like a cannonball fired by the heavens.
Quinlan reacted instantly. A burst of wind propelled him sideways, making the ground crack beneath his feet. Fire bloomed in his palms mid-dodge, and he twisted while in the air, launching twin jets of flame toward her center mass.
Serika didn't flinch.
