>>5937151There was a pop of pebbles being thrown, then a rushing of sand, the sound so small yet menacing bounced in the walls of your ears. Your center of gravity shifted ever so slightly and your heart skipped. On impulse, electricity surged into the tendons of your legs. Each muscle straining to overcome the present threat, a quick sidestep out of your current position revealed a newly formed hole.
However, Nui follows up by shifting her foot again towards you. Her body rotates as the arms circle in the air keeping her legs firmly rooted to the ground. Dust is lifted into the air, earning some choking from Okoron. Soon stones get set at alarming aimed forward whistling in the air. Fragmenting on the spots she’d predict you’d go leaving jagged bits to prick at your calloused foot.
Nui’s burrow furrows as fissures erupt all over the formally flat terrain, the stone now beaming directly at you. You delve down into a trench and then jump as the walls loosely close in. The crowd goes wild over the explosive opening, bets are being made, teams are formed, and the teacher merely observes.
You keep yourself in the sun, using its radiance as a shield to prevent an accurate lock-on, which tunes into your dexterous evasion, filtering the stares, the chirping of morning birds, and even surrounding details. Only the inner fire remains, you can make out the feathers of the spirit. <span class="mu-r">You can fill its influence over yourself, you must prove the better in this fight. Maintain your status as apex, status and power in one. Much like the bandits this girl shall suffer your wrath won’t she?</span> Deep breath in, you take a moment to gather words before firing.
“For someone with the confidence to raise their hand, I’m not impressed. A cheap move for an early win? You’re a one-trick pony, aren’t you? Poor excuse of a bender~”
<span class="mu-s"> Roll 3d6 </span>
