No Other Choice

Fromund and Adam were in different parts of the arena, and they both could only see the sweat of flames that filled most of it.

"Agh!!!"

With a deep sigh, Fromund parted his hands, removing the fire veil. It took quite a bit of his Initial Order to create so much fire through his breath.

But...

'Hah, it was worth it.' Fromund thought.

Keeping his hands on his knees like a tired fighter, he watched as his fire breath reached the border of the arena.

He didn't see Adam run out of the flaming cloud, which meant he had decided to take the blow for himself. At least that's what Fromund thought, it was the only logical conclusion for him.

Whooooooooooooooooooosh.

Silver flashes, one after another appeared on the other side of the arena, drawing Fromund's attention, his eyes quickly filled with bewilderment.