Harmlessly

"If we are going to spar, then we shall be doing so on my home territory," Akash said as we walked into the training room. 

I wasn't sure what he meant by that. Every time I had used the training room it had been the same, a featureless white room with walls that absorbed any manna that you threw at it. But Akash seemed to know exactly what he was doing. 

He walked over to the side of the entryway door and pulled a panel that I had never noticed before off the wall. Hidden behind the panel was a complicated looking computer screen that he immediately started to mess around with. 

The room physically flickered, as if it were being displayed on an old CRT television with a weak signal. It bended left and right in front of my eyes, becoming more and more distorted, until it snapped back into place now nothing like it seemed before. In fact, it seemed like we weren't even in a room anymore.