Noah vs Erica Vasquez
The enclosed ring hummed with energy as barriers flickered blue around its perimeter. The countdown buzzer had already sounded, its echo hanging in the charged air. It was time.
Noah rolled his shoulders, eyes locked on Erica Vasquez across the arena. The 1C student had a confident smirk plastered across her face, hands already moving in small circular motions as tiny bubbles formed between her fingertips.
'This is going to be tricky,' Noah thought, his HP gauge floating in the corner of his vision showing 493/600. Not ideal, but workable. The previous hours fighting death had taken more substantial figures from his HP than he cared to admit but he was recovering just fine.
From the stands, a wave of excited chatter rose as students from both classes cheered for their champions. This wasn't just another school fight—this was the selection process, the tournament that would determine who represented School 12 in the Eastern cardinal tournament.