Francis retreated, jumping backward to put distance from his opponent. Meanwhile, orange sparks gathered at the center of his palms and clashed with each other to generate an explosive reaction.
George wore an annoyed expression as he slowly chased after Francis. The latter was fast, faster than him, but the training hall's wall would eventually arrive. There was a limit to how much Francis could retreat.
The explosive reactions ended with Francis snapping his arms forward. Two orange lightning bolts flew at high speed and with extreme precision toward George, but he only needed to twist his fingers to cut them in half.
Loud crackling noises filled the hall as the lightning bolts exploded, sending sparks everywhere. A blinding orange flash hindered Francis' vision, but his eyes widened in shock when he saw George sprinting through it.