The arena lights flickered to life, and from the shadows, foes emerged. Nameless people whose faces I couldn't recognize, like the two from earlier, appeared before me. They resembled my classmates from the combat class, but their intentions were far from friendly. This was retribution.
I couldn't fathom the numbers and how they knew I'd be coming to train this early in the morning. Was I just unfortunate, like with the Bastian bird? There was no way out of this. Hans Grue would have to forgive or expel me, but I wouldn't let these bullies lay a finger on me.
Quickly, I retrieved my coat from my storage link and put it on. "Oh, wow, he has armor," Peter Hebron announced, his voice cocky. "I guess you want to make this more interesting for us, no? We have armor too, but ours is of the exotic kind, not cheap feathers."
The sound of metal echoed through the arena as they donned their armor and unsheathed their swords. The landers and archers brought out their spears, arrows, and bows. This was a full-on battle. Nothing was ever fair on the battlefield. The victor always appeared as the truthful one, while those slain took the blame.
My voice trembled with dread. "Is it now unfair for all of you to attack me at once?"
Peter Hebron smirked. "Nothing is fair in life."
Lyra's words echoed in my mind. I clenched my teeth. This was not the time for her to remind me of who I was. Like a mental alarm, her words kept ringing in my mind since she spoke about my origin.
The first strike rushed towards my face, the reflection on the steel almost blinding me. I pushed my body back, avoiding the attack, and kept a safe distance from the others, who were brandishing their weapons towards me.
I closed my eyes, focusing on the quest in the arena. My senses merged into one, and I began to move away from their blades as they cut through the air. Swift, precise, short motions infuriated my opponents, making them angrier.
They were too easy to evade, and their anger clouded their judgment. I was not yet a master of my elements, but from the small amount I could use, this was plenty. Displacing the air around my body pushed their attacks away from me. Using the wind to predict their attacks made me invincible.
There was no need to throw even a single punch. I just needed to tire them out and then retire when they couldn't move a muscle anymore. The plan was smooth, right until the angry students decided to best me with their magic.
I would be angry too, but this was going too far. Dividing themselves into groups and coordinating their attacks like the winged wolves did against Lyra Stone and me. Beasts and humans weren't that different after all. Hunting a prey in a pack was a normal practice in any species.
Fire ate through the air as it chased me, like a flare pursuing a squirrel. The flames followed me, and then ice popped from beneath my feet. I used the wind from my core and focused it right under my feet, making it hard for the ice to pierce me from below. Instead, my feet stood steady on the peak of the ice.
I was learning new tricks, just like Lyra Stone said I would. And it was happening right now, in combat, where the odds were against me. My only problem now was exhaustion. My body couldn't keep up with the amount of mana I was using.
Sweat raced down my back and forehead. My dark hair was ruffled and disheveled, obscuring my view. Their attacks only grew stronger as their hopes of burning me alive intensified. The only way out of this without hurting them was to exit the training arena.
I searched for the door with the corner of my eye and found a group watching and standing guard. That option was out of play. Enough was enough. Since I couldn't go the easy way, I would have to do it the other way.
Bringing out my flames, I stretched my arms towards the two groups and increased the rage of my flames. Like a hellspawn, my attack put both teams in disarray as they scurried to safety, unable to believe what was unfolding before their eyes.
The wind increased the heat and pushed the flames in all directions. A light chuckle escaped my lips until I noticed what my flames had done. Half of the arena was charred, and the other half was almost gone.
My assailants huddled together, unable to leave the arena as the flames raged without my help. Those at the door were nowhere to be found. I began to suck the air from the flames until they died.
The Hebron crew, or what was left of it, lay helpless on the floor, all passed out. They were just kids, three years my junior in age and in training a year my seniors.Some of Thier cores were on the warrior stage of development. But that of Hebron and a few others were sacred but not yet at Saint level.
I could not blame them for challenging me. No one could tell except Lyra for now. That I was a God tier Saint.
Those who stood at the door where gone. There was no way the school would not find out. We have made a mess of arena five. Or dare i say. I have made a mess of arena five. Who would beli3ve an unawakened possessed such fire power. I hope the purple mist still works. I hope everyone forgets this ever happened.
As I assessed the damage done. It occurred to me the difference my training with Lyra has produced and if I continued on the part. How easy this would be for me
"Harken you will have to pay for all this damage! Ryker yelled standing by the entrance.