May 19th 3019
5:43 P.M.
Cambridge, H.A.S. Arena
I arrive at where the fight is at, Sarmon and Jacob look injured but they are still fighting, Max is dashing around in his Furlion form evading attacks. Mirage is fighting alongside Livestream on the frontline while Spellcaster is throwing attacks from the back.
"Screw you all!" Spellcaster screams and charges an attack.
"{Doom Blight Pillar}"
The others widen their eyes.
"Are you crazy? That's a one time use before you knock yourself out! Are you trying to give them more advantages!?" Livestream is furious at the choice.
"Haha! That's only if they dont get knocked out first! {Set Aim}" The spell circle on his hands darkens and begins gathering energy as a sphere the size of a fist forms.
"Guys!" The others turn to look at me, they finally noticed me.
"Where were you!?" Jacob screams at me.
"It doesn't matter Furlion help me make a barrier"
"No you don't!" Mirage and Livestream rush to me but I slam my hand on the floor and vines shoot out making a wall. Max follows my lead and starts using whatever energy left he has to reinforce it.
We feel a tremor and the wall shakes, they are desperate to take it down or Spellcaster's attack will be for nothing. Sarmon throws his spinners over the wall and has them distract them.
"Damn it, hurry up! I can't hold the spell for much longer!" Spellcaster is frantic, they need the wall down for the spell to do its job. Normally the wall could be easily blasted through it since it uses a heavy amount of energy, but with Spellcaster's reserves down it won't be as powerful as it should be.
"We're trying can't you see?" Livestream says as he destroys another spinner. They attack the wall but it keeps repairing itself, being wrapped in more hair ropes and vines as time goes on.
"Argh! I can't hold it anymore, just lend me your strength! {Siphon}"
Mirage goes up to him and stands still, specializing in Vitality he has more energy to give than Livestream. His face scrunches up in discomfort as his energy leaks out of him into the spell circle. Livestream moves out of the way as the spell finishes.
"{Ready Fire}" Spellcaster says as the now head sized energy ball discharges into a wide pillar. The wall of vines rips and tears apart as hair and plant matter explodes from the point of impact. Spellcaster faints and Mirage kneels on the floor gasping for air. Livestream grimaces at the sight.
"[Attention... Participant... Spellcaster... Eliminated]"
As the dust fades there's a figure on the ground, another kneeling beside it and two cocoons of hair and vines.
"[Attention... Participant... Spincaster... Eliminated]"
"Damn it! that hurt!" Jacob is kneeling near Sarmon and he's bleeding, his skin torn in several places but not by a lot. Max and I undo our protection and I start to use my Wood Element to heal Jacob, I try to use my Light Element as well but I'm only good at using it for attack and sometimes speed, so it doesn't make much of a difference.
Livestream and Mirage gaze at us in anger, Max positions himself beside me as Jacob gets in front of us. Each team stares at each other, this should be the final bout. 3 vs 2 we have the advantage but our energy is low, will having a number advantage be enough?
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V.I.P. Lounge #2
"Hmm, strong attack but... " Richie frowns
"Confidence is always good but, I think he might have to work on getting it under control. Being overconfident is never a good thing, he risked it and it only took down one of the opposing team, if it had been at least two it would be another thing but the rookie acted fast on healing, even if it won't do much on their energy" John writes down something more on the player sheets.
"Looks like this is the final Match up, what do you think?"
John doesn't look up as he writes "My money's on the rookie l said it before and I'll say it again"
"What are you writing? I haven't seen you get this serious in a long time"
"Well they said if I mess up again I'm getting the boot so..." John scratches the back of his head meekly.
"What did You do to deserve that? Don't tell me you went around pranking all those people again?"
"No not that"
"Then?"
"Just our boss" Richie looks at him incredulously.
"You know what, never mind" They sit silently watching as the match continues. John is Still writing down notes. Richie looks over and just shakes his head.