Composure VS Ego

Kael and Freya stood facing each other in the ring, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. Freya, with her towering height, couldn't resist the opportunity to taunt Kael.

"Well, well, Kael. Looks like you're going to have to work extra hard to even reach my height," Freya sneered, a smug grin stretching across her face.

Kael chuckled, undeterred by her arrogant remark. "Height doesn't determine the strength of a fighter, Freya. And while we're on the subject, I couldn't help but notice how flat your chest is. Must be tough carrying around that ego."

Freya's eyes widened in disbelief, a mixture of anger and surprise flashing across her features. "You little-"

Before she could finish her retort, Mr. Arkram blew the whistle, initiating the start of their battle.

Kael's movements were swift, his agility evident as he dodged Freya's initial onslaught of attacks.

Freya, with her raw strength, aimed powerful strikes at Kael, trying to overwhelm him with sheer force.

But Kael, with his finesse and quick reflexes, managed to evade her blows, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint.

"Is that all you've got, Freya? I expected more from someone who talks such a big game," Kael taunted, his voice laced with amusement.

Freya's frustration grew, fueling her attacks with even more intensity. She unleashed a flurry of punches, aiming to knock Kael off balance.

However, Kael's grin only widened as he effortlessly weaved between her strikes, his movements becoming almost dance-like.

"You're wasting your energy, Freya. It's clear you've underestimated me," Kael remarked, his voice filled with confidence.

Freya's eyes narrowed, her pride stung by Kael's words. She intensified her assault, delivering powerful kicks and punches with an unyielding determination.

But Kael, with his unwavering composure, managed to parry her attacks and counter with swift, precise strikes of his own.

The battle continued, each exchange filled with a combination of calculated moves and sharp retorts.

Outside the ring, Tiraz and Tristan stood on opposite sides, their eyes locked in an intense stare.

Their unwavering support for their respective friends resonated in the air, a silent competition between them.

Tiraz couldn't help but cheer Kael on. "Show her what you're made of, Kael! Knock her out!"

Tristan's voice echoed with determination. "Don't let up, Freya! You've got this!"

Back in the ring, Kael's movements grew even more fluid, his attacks precise and unrelenting.

Freya, her confidence wavering, struggled to keep up with his speed and agility.

With one swift motion, Kael sidestepped Freya's punch and seized the opportunity.

In a powerful display of strength, he landed a decisive blow, sending Freya hurtling out of the ring. She crashed to the ground, defeated.

Kael stood in the center of the ring, his breathing steady and his expression resolute. He looked down at Freya, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"I may not go easy on my opponents, Freya, regardless of their gender. In the ring, it's all about skill and determination," Kael declared, his voice carrying a note of respect.

His friends erupted in applause, acknowledging Kael's victory and the display of his fighting prowess.

As Freya slowly rose to her feet, she couldn't help but appreciate the strength and resilience Kael had shown. But her arrogance did not allow her to admit she was any lesser than the victor who had overpowered her just now.

Mr. Arkram's voice boomed through the arena. "Kael emerges victorious! Well done, Kael. And Freya, you fought with great determination. Both of you should be proud."

As Kael walked out of the ring, Tiraz and the rest met him with congratulatory smiles.

Kael's victory had secured a point for their team, and their competitive spirits burned brighter than ever.

With Aria, Elara and Freya having given their all, and Kael emerging triumphant, the battles at the Class E ground raged on, each one showcasing the resilience, skill, and camaraderie of Class E.

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As Kael stepped out of the ring, Tiraz couldn't contain his excitement. He rushed forward, patting Kael on the back with a wide grin.

"Great job, Kael! You knocked her out like a boss!" Tiraz exclaimed, his enthusiasm evident in his voice.

Kael chuckled, appreciating Tiraz's unwavering support. "Thanks, Tiraz. Your cheers definitely helped me stay focused."

Meanwhile, Tristan's expression darkened, his disappointment palpable as he watched Freya recover from her defeat.

"Pathetic Freya, I did not expect you to lose to that midget"

He crossed his arms and turned away, giving her a cold shoulder.

Tiraz, ever observant, noticed Tristan's reaction and couldn't resist injecting a bit of humor into the situation.

He walked up to Tristan, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Hey, Tristan, is the air up there colder or is it just your attitude?" Tiraz teased, unable to resist poking fun at his arrogant new classmate.

Tristan shot him a withering glare. "Don't be ridiculous, Tiraz. Losing is unacceptable. Freya should have done better."

Tiraz shrugged, a playful smile still on his face. "Well, no one's perfect, Tristan. Even the mighty fall sometimes. Maybe you should learn a thing or two about being a good sport."

Tristan huffed, clearly not amused by Tiraz's lighthearted banter. He turned away, dismissing Tiraz with a wave of his hand.

"I have no time for your jokes, Tiraz. I expect nothing less than perfection from my teammates," Tristan retorted, his arrogance on full display.

Tiraz simply shook his head, unfazed by Tristan's dismissive attitude.

He understood the stark contrast between their personalities and chose not to let it dampen his spirits.

While Tiraz celebrated Kael's victory with genuine joy, Tristan continued to nurse his disappointment, his unwavering belief in his own superiority leaving no room for empathy or understanding.

The dynamics among the classmates remained as diverse as ever, each one showcasing their own strengths and flaws, their reactions shaping their relationships and the way they navigated the battles that lay ahead.

And so, the stage was set for the next round of battles, each student preparing to face their adversaries and prove themselves in the crucible of combat.

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