64 The Volcanic Eagles Inheritance (2/2)

With the Volcanic Eagle already bearing down on Chris, it didn't take long before both spells clashed in a magnificent bang that resounded loudly throughout the whole stadium to the excited cheers of the audience. Upon contact of the two forces, water and magma caused a strong steam cloud that clouded over the whole exchange, making it impossible for the average person to see which side had won over the other until several seconds later.

The steam had yet to dissipate when a brightly lit form sprung out of the steam cloud, steam billowing off it in its wake.

Chris looked in terror as the Volcanic Eagle got closer and closer to him, fear taking over his body, causing him to go in a state of stillness. He wanted to act, but found himself unable to.

The audience looked on in shock and worry as that volcanic form threatened to engulf Chris, and some even closed their eyes in fear of the sight of seeing this young boy die before their eyes. This was of course only a lap in judgement on their parts, as of course Hawk Academy would not let their students be killed so simply, especially someone with Chris Farhawk's status as the son of the principal of their very school.

So as predicted by everyone, the host had acted quickly, though strangely.

Snap!

The sound of the host snapping his finger in a rather casual manner rang out through the stadium. In conjunction with this sudden sound, everything in the arena suddenly paused, as if time itself had stopped.

”Oh, time magic!” Andria clapped her hands in awe.

”Is that host so strong?” Lexa found it hard to believe as the host looked very average.

”It will be an ability of the arena itself, these arena's are common throughout the continent and can stop everything in its confines up to the power of a Spirit Rank Magician. Though it is all subjective, there are certain Spirit Ranked Magician's who could walk through the arena entirely unaffected.” A Wilderwolf soldier explained. ”The host most likely has a link with the arena, allowing him to activate its ability at will. I assume the snapping of the fingers was... Just for show.”

”...I see.” The side of Lexa's feline lips twitched. At least she understood now.

”The victor of the first preliminary match is Sandra Button!!” The host snappily announced. The audience began clapping fervently and cheered out excited congratulation's to the winner.

In the arena, the Volcanic Eagle vanished into azure particles and the steam slowly dissipated as well. At the same time, Sandra Button and Chris Farhawk had begun to move again as well.

Sandra looked on dumbly for a moment as she seemed to progress the last several moments before a wide smile appeared on her chubby, youthful cheeks as she began to laugh out happily shooting her two fists upwards in a victory pose, igniting further cheers from the audience.

”Go Sandra, Andria knew you could kick that uncouth brat's bottom!!” Andria joined in the excitement. Lexa simply laughed in her hands, finding her actions cute.

Meanwhile, after the time spell had deactivated, Chris had fell on his bottom as he looked on in disbelief. Despite losing, he had not taken any damage. In fact, he seemed to be in a much better state than the winner, who had several cuts and bruises on her body.

Snapping out of his dazed state, Chris quickly became indignant as he cried out. ”I demand a rematch!!”