Tournament III

James closed his eyes, blocking out the roar of the crowd, and fell into a state of deep concentration. Jack, watching from the sidelines, clenched his fists in exasperation.

'What's he doing? This isn't some superhero show! Move or you're dead, typical idiot,' he thought, watching fights like these irritated him. A part of him wanted to jump in and finish the fight himself.

Why would someone be in the middle of a fight and start harnessing strange powers? Worse of it all, his opponent stares at him like an idiot

But James stood motionless, as if entirely detached from the looming danger. 'Is he actually confident in his power, or is he just plain reckless?' Jack wondered, tension simmering inside him.