Crackling sounds cleaved through the air. Bones meeting bones. Flesh clinging on flesh.The fist of the third year combatants invoking a sense of awe on all who witnessed.
Swoosh
Both physiques tore apart, each to opposing sides.A blue and indomitable aura clung greedily on the pulsing tattoos of the Virotan named Rigby.
On the other end of the arena. The messy looking Batuzah Ronan grinned. Canines, sharper than daggers. Fist embroiled in a crimson sizzling film of energy.
"You can do better than that Rig" Ronan's coarse and inciting voice echoed in the space.
"Let's see!" Rigby's fading voice was lost to a high pitch boom. The earth underneath his steps caving slightly. His body moved in a flash of blue light that traced the space towards Ronan.
"Have at it" Ronan roared. Hands opening up while he entered a sumo stance. The crimson film on his fist flaring up. Twisting, turning, churning before it completely swallowed him up forming the maws of a wild grotesque beast.
