Fiery, Far Impact Duel!
Jay glanced back at his brother as the young man readied himself for the fight. He was going up against a shorter red-haired kid who looked like he was focused in High Impact, as stocky as he was. Not that he wasn't confident in his brother's ability, but at the same time, he had just woken up from a fairly long pass out, and just before that, he had nearly been killed by a Beast. It just seemed a little too soon for the young man to be going up in combat, even as a spar. But Wes seemed perfectly fine, hopping up and down a bit in place as he readied himself for the fight. He glanced back at the fellow opposite him. "All right. Let's get this started," he called.
Nearby, Wesley could feel his own trepidation building. He had no idea how good Andrew actually was at this- he figured that the brat had just stayed hidden behind John all the time, but back against the Beast, there had definite skill from the other fellow. He kept it off his face, just going through some quick stretches to make sure that all parts of him were working well and currently they seemed to be. Hopefully he'd just beat this dipshit's head into the ground and then everyone would know not to go picking fights with him. "Combat practice... this should be against Beasts," Wes muttered under his breath as he rolled out his shoulder and took up the brawler's stance he often used against his brother.
"Fifteen minutes," Faremont called out, the man raising a hand up to the sky. "When the first flame goes up, you will begin. When the second flame goes up, you will stop. If you go down before the second flame, you will get back up and continue until the second flame. Do I make myself clear?" the man called, and a chorus of agreement from the students met him. "Very well. Ready yourselves," he called out, and flames began to encircle his wrist before a sphere of flame formed in his palm. There was a slight hesitation in the air before the flame shot skyward, and as it did so, the various students began to rush forward at one another.
Wesley saw Andrew start to move, but before the brown-haired male could defend himself, a fiery fist from Andrew lashed out, slamming into his chest. The force behind it was like a fully unprotected blow and he felt his chest quiver from it as flames seared out from where the attack landed. He stumbled backward away from Andrew, his footsteps slightly off, and his legs quivering slightly, but he didn't go down. "That's a neat trick," he called toward the other boy, before he stepped forward and threw out his arm in a punch, copying the skill of 'Far Impact' that the other had used. Of course, Wesley didn't let it combine with flames as he didn't want it to be an exact copy of what Andrew could do.
Instead, he channeled High Impact into it as well, making the distance punch being exceptionally powerful as opposed to what his own body could generate. Andrew didn't seem to notice, or maybe he didn't care, as Wes had attacked. Instead, Andrew struck outward again, and this time there was tangible, visible force that echoed between the two young men. The Far Impact that Andrew had used had directly struck Wesley's, causing each of them to dissipate in the air between them. "What the hell?" Wesley spoke aloud, not quite sure what it was that he was looking at He hadn't ever seen it do something like that before... but he also hadn't gone up against another Far Impact user.
"You've got some talent, but you don't have any practice. Or any training. You don't even know how the Skills you have even work," the young man spoke, snapping his leg forward as he settled into another stance, lashing out with his fist once more. Wesley could feel the oncoming pressure from the attack coming his way, and he planned to try what Andrew had just done to him, but before he could, there was a sudden force against his knee. The attack wasn't guarded against- he hadn't even seen it coming and suddenly Wes felt his legs swept out from underneath him.
"Augh!" the young man called out as he slammed to the ground on his chest, grunting slightly. "What the hell was that?" he called out as he shifted, recalling Faremont's words as he began to pick himself up from the ground and dirt. He knew, of course, that Andrew could have capitalized on the situation but did not, which either meant that the other young man had some level of grudging respect, or potentially more likely that he didn't want to get in trouble with the teacher for doing such a thing. "What did you just do?" Wesley called out to him, as if he expected Andrew to share his secrets.
Instead, Andrew snorted. "You think I'm going to tell someone like you? As often as you get back up I'm going to knock you back down to the ground, pissant," the Fireshaper called back. Wes' eyes opened a little as Andrew brought his leg up high- up over his head and perpendicular to the ground. "We'll see how you deal with this," he called out, slamming his heel down toward the ground. As soon as he had done so, fire began to sear across the ground, and Wes hissed at the sight. Wes darted to the side, and- he realized, directly where Andrew wanted him as another blow caught him, sending him spinning and spiraling down toward the ground.
Wesley grunted, setting a hand against his chest. He could feel the Restoration from his Time Framework helping to heal the damage that had been inflicted upon him. But unfortunately, it couldn't heal his pride at all, and as he stood up to his full height, he could see the dumb smirk on Andrew's face. "You're nothing more than a worm who thought he might become a bird. You're not anyone to be worried about," the man taunted, and Wes could immediately feel the emotions of the Death Framework building, wanting to chew Andrew out for his words.
"I'll show you," Wesley responded, exhaling slowly as he came back up to his full height. His dark eyes were narrowed in anger, and he felt like he had something to prove, here. He had to win. Losing this duel would show that Andrew was right and if there was one thing he couldn't have, it was that. "I think I'm starting to get the hang of it," Wes called out before he shifted his stance forward, thrusting out his fist, letting the Far Impact skill once more become activated.
But he wasn't done, this time. He had another surprise in store for Andrew as he shifted to his Space Frameworks' ability, the Void in him allowing him to just freely shift between the Elements and activate whichever one he needed in that moment. The distance between himself and Andrew all-but faded away in an instant, and that sudden rush forward led Andrew to getting sucker punched right in the stomach with the Far Impact skill that Wesley had used.
Andrew's eyes went wide in shock at the two-pronged assault that Wesley had just used, the Far Impact finding the young man a target. His eyes stayed open, but they widened in surprise as the blow hit, his mouth opening but no sound came out. He took a step backward, managing to remain standing even as he had to force air back into his lungs after a moment. "Tch... that was uncalled for. I had only been using a single attack against you, as that was all that was needed."
At Andrew's words, Wes felt his ears grow a little warm as his eyes narrow. "Look, if I can use all sorts of cool things, I'm going to. There wasn't any rule in place that we were limited just to the Death Framework, anyway. Don't be a whine ass and let's keep going," he called out, earning a few snickers from those that had been in their immediate vicinity. Of course, most of them had seen the trick that Wes had just pulled with utilizing the two different Frameworks at once.
His brother combined his Death and Time Frameworks quite often, but he supposed seeing Death and Space together was a less common combination. Likely because those who had access to both were insufferable on most counts. "I took both hits from you and kept going- you can surely take one without raising a-" Wesley began, attempting to taunt Andrew but that was short-lived as a blow caught him just under the chin and sent him airborne for a moment.
He blinked as the weightlessness took him for a moment. 'This is going to hurt,' he thought, just before he hit the ground.