Arthur's world narrowed to the platform before him, every fiber of his being focused on the unfolding confrontation. The training room around him seemed to fade into background noise, the excited murmurs of the crowd becoming a distant hum as his attention locked onto his friend's fate. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, knuckles white with tension as he watched Aziel face down an opponent who should theoretically outclass him in every conceivable way.
The fight began with explosive intensity. Aziel, true to his nature, launched himself forward with lightning crackling around his entire body, his spear materializing in his hand with a brilliant flash of electrical energy. Arthur had seen that spear in action countless times, had sparred against it and knew its devastating potential, but somehow it looked smaller now, almost fragile against the casual confidence of their opponent.
