The announcer boomed through the arena, “Alright, folks, buckle up a ready, because it’s time for the electrifying csh in the Western Practice Tour! In one er, we’ve got the high-flyer Faen! And iher er, the dazzling Roselle! This is gonna be one heck of a showdown!”

  Roselle stepped onto the arena floor. Her long yellow hair was now tied into twintails.

  Faen stood on the opposite side of the arena from Roselle. He had a bird-like appearance. His jet-bck hair had a glossy sheen, and his sharp features resembled a raptor.

  The announcer excimed, “Folks, this bird-like wonder over here dazzled everyone in his st match, taking down Alder with those razor-sharp feathers of his! That performance had the whole crowd on their feet! Let’s see if he keep that feathered fury going in this showdown against Roselle!”

  Faen eyed Roselle with a bird-like curiosity. “So Look who’s my oppo. You must be Roselle, right?”

  Roselle nodded and gave him a light smile.“That’s me! I’m looking forward to our match.”

  Faen’s feathers seemed to ruffle with amusement. “You seem like a sweetheart, Roselle. Just remember, in the arena, it’s not always about being sweet.”

  Roselle grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind, Faen. But I hope we have a good fight.”

  Faen smirked. “Oh, we will, Roselle. I promise, it’s going to be a real hoot.”

  The battle began. Faen called upon his powers. With a flourish of his hand, Faen’s body seemed glow, and then a burst of colorful feathers surrounded him. These feathers swirled around like a whirlwind, creating a barrier that could deflect attacks.

  Oher side of the arena, Roselle acted quickly. She summoned her trusty on and aimed it at Faen. With a resounding bst, a powerful energy shot out from her on at the avian oppo.

  Faen relied on his feather barrier to protect him from the ining attack. The energy shot collided with the swirlihers, causing a brief explosion.

  Faen swiftly closed the distaween himself and Roselle. When he drew nearer, Roselle tio fire from her massive on, but Faen effortlessly swatted away the wide shots with his feathers.

  With a cocky grin, Faen remarked, “These shots are too soft, Sweethart. Not enough iy. You’ve got to step up yame if you want to impress anyone here, sweetheart.”

  Roselle furrowed her brow. She adjusted her aim and prepared to fire a more trated bst; however, before she could do so, Faen unleashed his feather bst at point-bnk rahe bst struck Roselle directly, sending her a distance away on the ground. She winced in pain for a moment, maain her footing.

  Roselle infused her on with a vibrant yellow lightning, causing the energy to crackle and surge within her on.

  Roselle unleashed the enhanced bst and decred, “You want it, you got it!”

  The yellow lightning raced toward Faen from her on. The bird-like fighter tried to block the attack with his feathers, but this time, the iy of Roselle’s attack pushed him back.

  Faen grinned and said, “Now we’re talking.”

  Roselle sent another Powered-up Shot at Faen. He swiftly responded by creating a powerful windstorm with his feathers. A stant gust of wind swept toward Roselle. The winds were so forceful that they pressed against her and pushed her backward. This made it challenging for her to maintaiance.

  Roselle gritted her teeth. She fought to maintain her ground and focused on keeping her on steady.

  Faen, with a mischievous grin, moved in swiftly through the gusts of wind to close the distaween them. He then directed his feathers to strike at her with precise, razor-sharp precision. Each feather darted toward her like knives slig through the air.

  Roselle did her best to dodge and block the relentless feather attacks, but Faen’s skill and trol over the wind trolled the area in which Roselle would move. She felt the stinging pain as some of the feathers made tact, leaving shallow cuts and bruises on her arms and legs.

  Faen showed no signs of letting up as he tio press his advantage. He effortlessly dodged Roselle who desperately attempted on fire.

  With a taunting grin, Faen called out, “You’re still not getting it, Roselle! You’re too slow and too predictable. You o adapt to the flow of the battle, not just rely on raw power.”

  While speaking, he used his feather ability to send whirlwind of gusts toward Roselle, making it even more challenging for her to stabilize her aim.

  Roselle struggled against the relentless wind and the sharp, slig feathers of Faen’s attack. She dropped to her knees, but kept her on gripped tightly in her hands. The pain from the feather strikes was sharp and persistent.

  She closed her eyes for a brief moment, trying to shut out the noise of the crowd and the relentless onsught from Faehoughts drifted to her sister, Risebelle, and how she would approach this fight. “What would Risebelle do?” Roselle mused.

  But then, she shook her head. “No, that’s nht,” she muttered to herself. “Last time I tried to mimic Risebelle, it didn’t go so well. I have to think for myself.”

  Roselle’s eyes snapped open. She still o find a way to ter Faen’s overwhelming wind aher attacks. She sed the area and then gained a pn.

  As Faen unleashed another feather attack, creating gusts of wind, Roselle seized the moment. She harhe wind’s energy and timed her shot carefully. When Faen moved in for an attack, she fired a trated bst from her on, aiming precisely at his path.

  The shot collided with Faen’s feathers, creating a powerful explosion that sent him hurtling backward

  Faen, though surprised, quickly recovered and ented, “Not bad, but you keep up like that?”

  Roselle decided to take a bold step. She dropped her on, allowing it to remain where it was, and moved forward with the assistance of the wind. Faen attempted to stop her by sendihers at her feets, but with a swift jump, she leaped into the air, leaving Faen wide-eyed. A yellow aura of lightning enveloped her. With fidence, Roselle decred, “I keep up, and more!”

  Faen’s eyes widened. Roselle shouted,

  “THUNDERCLAP, SUUUURRRGGEEE!!!!!!!!”

  Roselle called upon her power. A powerful burst of lightning arced outward from her, f a rapidly spinning fan of crag electricity. The fan homed in orag him with pinpoint accuracy. An explosion of electrifying energy erupted around him. He was ed by the overwhelming power of Roselle’s attack.

  When the smoke cleared, Faen y on the ground. His bird-like features was smudged with soot and his feathers were ruffled and charred. He struggled to get ba his feet, looking dazed from the sheer force of the Thundercp Surge.

  The crowd watched in awe. Some cheered for Roselle’s impressive dispy of power, while asped at the aftermath of the explosion that had rocked the arena. The announcer’s boomed over the speakers. “Wowza! Look at that! Faen’s all ruffled up and scorched! Roselle just unleashed a Thundercp Surge like you wouldn’t believe! That’s some serious fireworks!

  Roselle nded gracefully on the ground with the help of her yellow lightning aura. Her aura gradually faded ohe Thudnercp Surge settled. She watched as Faen, though battered and charred, mao get ba his feet.

  Impressive, Roselle,” he said. “But let me give you a little analogy. You see, just like a bird’s flight is not merely about fpping wings, magi’t just about raw power. It’s about the grad trol behind it.”

  Roselle looked puzzled. “What does a bird’s flight have to do with magic?”

  Faen smiled. “Think of it this way: A bird doesn’t just fp its wings wildly. It maneuvers with precision, using the wind and its own body to guide its flight. Magic works simirly. You should try to trol it, direct it with finesse. And just like a bird that soars higher with each fp, mastering magic means reag new heights with every spell you cast.”

  Faen’s eyes glinted with a fierce resolve as he began to shed his feathers, revealing a yer of glowing reddish energy beh. The transformation was both mesmerizing and unnerving. His wings expanded and pulsed with a fiery radiance, and the once sleek feathers took on a more vibrant, almost metallic hue. The transformation was plete, and Faen now embodied a more powerful avian form. With a triumphant flourish, he decred, “This is my extreme magic: Bg Rebirth!”

  With a powerful beat of his new wings, Faen lifted off the ground, h effortlessly above the arena. The announcer spoke with awe. “Whoa, hold onto your hats, folks! Faen’s just gohrough a jaw-dropping transformation! Those wings are bzing with energy, and he’s flying high like a phoenix reborn!”

  Roselle watched in awe as Faen soared above her with elegance.

  Faen’s carried pride while he spoke. “Extreme magic is the pinnacle for most mages. It’s the limit of their abilities. But even with this power, I’m strained by its rarity and its i limitations. Very few have ever reached Zenith-level magid those who do are almost mythic.”

  He gnced down at Roselle with a glint of ambition in his eyes. “But this is not where I stop. I io break through these limitations one day, to surpass even this level of magic. The world is full of untapped potential, and I pn to explore every bit of it.”

  Faen’s wings fred with a renewed brilliance. “So, Roselle, are you ready to face the full might of Bg Rebirth? Because I’m not holding back!”

  Roselle gazed up at Faen with a sense of wohe way the light caught his transformed feathers and the majesty of his flight left her momentarily entranced.

  From the stands, Risebelle cut through the air with urgency. “Roselle, snap out of it! He’s ing! Shoot that bird down!”

  The crity of Risebelle’s words jolted Roselle back to the present. She focused ily as Faen began his dest. With a swift and calcuted swoop, Faen aimed directly for Roselle’s on. His talons reached out, and he successfully grabbed the massive on, lifting it high into the air.

  Realizing her on was in jeopardy,Roselle wasted no time. She called upon her yellow lightning to boost her speed, propelling herself upwards with lightning-quick reflexes. On close distance, she unleashed a surge of trated lightning, targeting his arm.

  The crag energy struck Faen’s arm with precision, causing him to win pain. The intense jolt forced him to release his grip on the on. The on plummeted back towards Roselle, who deftly caught it in mid-air with a swift motion.

  Roselle nded gracefully with her on securely in her hands. She locked eyes with Faen” ry, Faen, but you’ll have to do better than that!”

  Faen hovered above. “Impressive reflexes, Roselle. Let’s see what else you’ve got!”

  Roselle took aim and fired her on once more, sending a barrage of powerful energy shots at Faen. Faen maneuvered effortlessly through the air, avoiding each shot as if he was dang through the air.

  Faen teased. “Practig your aim, Roselle?”

  Roselle’s irritation fred. “I’m not practig! I’m trying to hit you!”

  Faen smirked. “Well, you see, I’ve noticed a pattern. Your on’s shots are powerful, but they’re also predictable. They’re rge and vary in speed, but there’s a dey of about four seds between each shot.”

  While speaking, Faen’s wings fpped steadily. He tio evade Roselle’s attacks.

  Roselle gritted her teeth. “That doesn’t mean you’ll be able to dodge everything I throw at you!”

  Roselle closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to ter herself. “Stay calm,” she muttered, “figure this out. Don’t let him get to you. I just o find a way to get him out of the air.”

  When she opened her eyes again, Faen was o be seen. Panic began to creep in. She sed the arena and could barely see the avian in the sky. Roselle wiped sweat from her brow. “What’s he up to up there?”

  From his lofty vantage point, Faen echoed down to her. “Roselle, you’re too much of a sweetheart for this battlefield. Even now, you’re holding back. I pn to take advantage of this a you before you have the ce to transform.”