They lined up facing each other on opposite ends of the sparring platform, their eyes locked in an intense stare-down that seemed to crackle with unspoken challenge. If you didn't know them personally, looking at them now you'd think they were mortal enemies preparing for a fight to the death, the way they were glaring at each other with such focused intensity. Gone was any trace of their earlier playful banter—this was serious business.
The transformation in their demeanor was immediate and striking. Lightning began to crackle and dance all over Aziel's body, blue-white electrical energy coursing across his skin like living serpents of pure power. The air around him seemed to shimmer and distort from the electromagnetic energy he was generating. His spear materialized in his grasp with a flash of brilliant light, the weapon appearing as if forged from condensed electricity itself, its metal surface gleaming with barely contained energy.
