Mina and Scrap watched as the arena buzzed with renewed energy, the anticipation of the next fight electrifying the air. This was no ordinary match—it was a clash between two of the academy's top students, each a legend in their own right.

The first to step out was a boy with short black hair, a pale complexion, and a calm, calculating demeanor. His long coat trailed behind him as he walked with an air of confidence. His glasses glinted in the light, and his double-edged spear rested effortlessly in his grip, the blade gleaming ominously.

On the opposite side of the arena, a girl strode in, her presence radiating sheer intensity. Her long red hair was tied back in a high ponytail, fiery strands catching the light like embers. Her tan skin seemed to glow under the stadium lights, and her fierce orange eyes burned with determination. She was dressed in combat-ready athletic gear adorned with flame motifs, each step exuding power. In her hands, she wielded a massive war hammer, the head of it etched with intricate flame designs that seemed to pulse with latent energy.

Mina leaned forward, her eyes wide. "This is going to be insane," she muttered to Scrap, who had shifted back into his humanoid form beside her, equally engrossed.

Scrap smirked. "No kidding. Those two are on another level. This fight's gonna shake the arena, literally."

The boy adjusted his glasses, his voice cool and measured as he addressed his opponent. "Let's keep this clean, shall we? I'd rather not damage my coat."

The girl smirked, hoisting her hammer onto her shoulder with ease. "Don't worry, professor. I'll make sure to keep the damage... personal."

The crowd roared as the announcer signaled the start of the fight. Without hesitation, the boy lunged forward, his spear spinning in a deadly arc. His movements were precise, calculated, and unnervingly efficient. The spear gleamed as it sliced through the air, the sharp whistle of its trajectory filling the arena.

The girl met his attack head-on, swinging her war hammer with a force that made the ground beneath her quake. The two weapons collided with a deafening clang, sending a shockwave through the arena. Dust and debris kicked up from the impact, momentarily obscuring the fighters from view.

When the dust cleared, the boy had sidestepped, his spear already poised for another strike. He moved like a shadow, always a step ahead, his calm demeanor unshaken. The girl, however, seemed to thrive in the chaos. She grinned, flames flickering to life along the edges of her hammer as she charged forward.

Mina's eyes widened. "She's activating her weapon's aura already? That's risky."

Scrap crossed his arms, intrigued. "Not for her. She's the type to fight head-on, full force from the start. It's how she overwhelms her opponents."

The battle intensified as the girl's hammer crashed down repeatedly, each strike leaving molten craters in the arena floor. The boy weaved and dodged with uncanny precision, his spear flashing in counterattacks that kept her on edge. It was a dance of fire and shadow, raw power clashing against razor-sharp strategy.

The crowd was on their feet, cheering as the fight escalated. Flames roared, and the boy's spear began to hum with a strange, resonant energy. Every move was deliberate, every clash a testament to the skill and strength of the academy's finest. Mina couldn't tear her eyes away, a mix of awe and anticipation bubbling within her.

"This... this is what the top students look like," she murmured, her voice filled with admiration.

Scrap nodded. "Yeah. Makes you wonder just how far we've got to go to reach their level."

The boy moved with a preternatural grace, his spear an extension of his will. It wasn't just a weapon; it was a shadow that followed his every motion. When the girl's massive war hammer swung down with the force of an avalanche, he was already gone, weaving around her attack as if he'd anticipated it. The crowd gasped as he countered with a fluid sweep of his spear, the blade slicing through the air with deadly precision.

But she was no slouch. The girl matched his speed with raw power and impeccable timing, her war hammer meeting the spear with thunderous clangs that echoed through the arena. Sparks flew with every collision, the sheer force of their blows shaking the ground beneath them. The stadium felt alive, the vibrations reverberating through the stands as the two fighters pushed each other to their limits.

"C'mon, hit him harder!" one upperclassman shouted, their voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd.

"Don't let up! He's got nothing on you!" another chimed in.

The upperclassmen in the audience were on their feet, cheering wildly for both fighters, their respect for the contenders evident in their fervent support. Each clash of weapons brought more applause, more shouts of encouragement, as if the energy from the spectators was fueling the intensity of the match.

The boy feinted to the left, his spear shimmering like a wisp of smoke, then struck with a rapid thrust aimed at her side. She twisted, her hammer coming around in a wide arc to parry the attack, the impact sending a shockwave that rippled through the dust-laden air. For a brief moment, they locked eyes—his calm and calculating, hers blazing with untamed ferocity.

"You're quick," she admitted, a smirk tugging at her lips. "But you're not strong enough."

"Strength isn't everything," he replied coolly, his glasses glinting under the stadium lights. "Precision always wins."

With a burst of energy, she leaped forward, her hammer igniting with a brilliant orange aura. The flames danced along the edges of the weapon, flaring brighter with every swing. The boy's movements became even sharper, his spear whirling like a cyclone as he parried her relentless attacks. Each strike she made was met with an equally powerful counter, their weapons singing with the sound of steel against steel.

The arena floor began to bear the marks of their duel. Cracks spiderwebbed across the ground from the force of her hammer, while thin, precise cuts marked the reach of his spear. The fight was a perfect balance of raw strength and strategic finesse, neither giving an inch.

"She's all fire and fury, but look at him," Mina said, her voice barely audible over the crowd. "He's so composed, like he's playing a game of chess."

Scrap grinned. "Yeah, but games like this can blow up in your face. She just needs one hit, and it's lights out."

The girl roared, her hammer coming down in a fiery arc that seemed impossible to dodge. Yet, the boy spun away at the last moment, his spear slicing upward in a counterattack that grazed her shoulder. The flames flickered but didn't die, and she retaliated with a backswing that forced him to leap back to avoid being crushed.

The crowd erupted in cheers, the sound deafening. This wasn't just a fight; it was a spectacle, a showcase of the academy's best, and both combatants were proving why they stood at the top.

The boy stood tall, his spear pointed skyward as arcs of lightning crackled along its length. His aura erupted like a tempest, the storm manifesting above him in a massive, swirling thundercloud. The air grew thick with energy, charged with the raw power of the storm. Lightning flashed, illuminating the arena in blinding bursts, while the torrential rain came down in sheets, driven sideways by hurricane-force winds.

The girl's fiery aura didn't waver; in fact, it flared even brighter. Her hammer glowed like molten metal, radiating an intense heat that evaporated every raindrop before it could land. Steam hissed and swirled around her, forming a hazy barrier that made her look like a goddess of flame.

"Yes!" she cried out, her voice cutting through the roar of the storm. "Give me everything you've got!"

Her fiery orange eyes locked onto the boy, her grin widening as her flames surged hotter, the ground beneath her feet beginning to glow from the sheer intensity of her heat.

The upperclassmen in the stands were on their feet, their cheers rising to match the storm's fury. "Let's go! Show us what you're made of!" one shouted.

"Light her up!" another yelled, his voice lost in the cacophony of thunder.

Meanwhile, the underclassmen huddled under whatever cover they could find, screaming in both fear and awe as the storm raged on. The rain soaked through the arena, the winds whipping so fiercely that some struggled to stay upright.

The boy finally moved, his spear crackling with electricity as he lunged forward. Each step sent jolts of lightning surging across the ground, the energy snaking toward his opponent. He thrust the spear with precision, aiming directly for her midsection.

But the girl was ready. Her hammer swung with an earth-shaking force, meeting the spear head-on. The clash created an explosion of energy—lightning and fire colliding in a dazzling display. The impact sent shockwaves rippling outward, blowing away the rain in a wide circle around them.

"Is that all?" she taunted, her voice fierce and wild as she pushed back against his weapon.

"Not even close," he replied, his calm demeanor unshaken. With a flick of his wrist, he redirected the spear's energy, sending a bolt of lightning arcing toward her from the side.

She barely dodged, the lightning grazing her shoulder and leaving a scorch mark. Her flames retaliated instantly, a wave of heat washing over him and forcing him to retreat a step.

The storm above intensified, the clouds swirling faster as the boy drew on even more power. Thunder boomed so loudly that it shook the stands, and bolts of lightning rained down indiscriminately, striking the ground and leaving scorch marks in their wake. The girl's flames grew wild in response, creating a dome of heat around her that turned the storm's downpour into a wall of steam.

The arena became a battlefield of opposites: lightning and rain clashing against fire and heat, each combatant pushing their power to the absolute limit. The crowd's cheers and screams blended into a symphony of chaos as the upperclassmen fought with everything they had, their abilities creating a spectacle no one would forget.

The boy and the girl stood on opposite sides of the arena, their forms barely visible through the thick fog that now cloaked the battlefield. The rain had eased to a light drizzle, the storm's energy still palpable but quieter, as if it, too, were holding its breath. The air was heavy with tension, the echoes of the last explosive clash lingering in the hearts of everyone watching.

Mina leaned on the railing, her fingers tapping against it in restless anticipation. "Man, I wish Ariana was here to see this," she muttered, her voice carrying a mix of admiration and frustration.

Scraps, in his human form beside her, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she'd love this kind of fight. It's insane how strong they both are."

Down in the arena, the boy adjusted his glasses with a calm precision, his double-edged spear sparking faintly as he tightened his grip. His pale complexion seemed almost ghostly in the fog, his sharp eyes scanning for any hint of movement from his opponent.

Across the ring, the girl stood with her war hammer resting against her shoulder, its fiery glow casting faint, flickering shadows through the mist. Beads of sweat rolled down her temples, evaporating almost instantly from the heat radiating off her body. Her fiery orange eyes gleamed with unwavering determination as she stared through the fog, searching for her opponent.

The crowd was eerily quiet now, the upperclassmen holding their breath as they watched the two warriors prepare for the next round.

The boy took a step forward, his spear crackling with renewed energy. The faint sound of electricity buzzing through the air grew louder as he swung the weapon in a wide arc, dispersing some of the fog around him. "You're good," he said, his voice steady but carrying an edge of respect. "But this fight isn't over yet."

The girl smirked, her hammer igniting with an intense burst of flame that momentarily pushed back the mist around her. "Good? I'm the best, and you're about to find out why."

Without warning, she charged, her war hammer trailing a blazing arc of fire as she closed the distance in an instant. The boy reacted swiftly, his spear spinning in his hands as he parried her strike. The impact sent another shockwave rippling through the arena, shaking the fog loose and exposing them both once more.

The two clashed in a flurry of rapid attacks, the boy's precise and calculated spear thrusts meeting the girl's overwhelming, fiery swings. Sparks of lightning and bursts of flame filled the air, their auras colliding in a chaotic dance of power.

From the stands, Mina leaned closer, her excitement growing. "Look at that! They're not holding anything back now."

Scraps crossed his arms, his eyes narrowed as he watched intently. "Yeah, but who's going to crack first? They're both pushing their limits."

In the arena, the boy suddenly planted the butt of his spear into the ground, releasing a surge of lightning that spread outward in jagged lines. The girl leapt back just in time, the energy crackling at her feet as it missed by inches.

She grinned, her fiery aura flaring even brighter. "Nice try," she taunted, slamming her hammer into the ground and creating a wave of fire that roared toward him.

The boy twirled his spear, slicing through the flames with a sweep of crackling energy. The crowd erupted into cheers, the upperclassmen shouting encouragement for both fighters as the intensity of the battle reached new heights.

And still, they stood their ground, neither willing to give an inch, their eyes locked in an unspoken promise: this fight would end with one of them standing victorious, and they would give it everything they had to make that happen.

The girl planted her feet firmly on the ground, the fire around her body surging upward, encasing her in a glowing, molten armor. Flames danced along her war hammer, the weapon seemingly growing heavier and more dangerous with each passing second. Across from her, the boy crouched low, his spear humming with energy as arcs of lightning coiled around his limbs like living serpents.

They locked eyes for a brief moment—a silent promise of no mercy and total commitment.

Then, they moved.

The boy shot into the air like a thunderbolt, propelled by the raw force of his lightning-infused legs. The girl roared in defiance, swinging her hammer upward with all her might, the flames surrounding her erupting into a pillar of molten energy.

When their weapons met, the world seemed to hold its breath.

A deafening crack tore through the arena as lightning and fire collided, creating a blinding flash of light that split the sky. Thunder roared overhead, and the earth beneath their feet groaned in protest as cracks spiderwebbed outward from the impact. The heat from the clash was so intense that magma erupted from the fissures in the ground, bubbling and hissing as it met the pouring rain.

The crowd was in chaos. Many fled in fear, their screams barely audible over the cacophony of the clash. Others stood rooted to the spot, their faces a mix of awe and terror, unable to tear their eyes away from the spectacle.

The boy and girl pushed against each other, their auras blazing brighter as they poured every ounce of their power into the clash. The lightning from his spear lashed out like a whip, striking the edges of the arena and shattering stone. The fire around her hammer burned hotter, molten sparks flying in every direction as it threatened to consume everything in its path.

For what felt like an eternity, they remained locked in that cataclysmic struggle, the arena trembling under the weight of their combined strength. But then, something shifted.

The boy's aura began to waver, the crackling intensity of his lightning faltering as exhaustion set in. The girl noticed it, her fiery eyes narrowing as she pressed harder, her flames roaring louder in response.

And then, with a final burst of energy, the boy's spear was knocked aside, his lightning aura sputtering out like a dying storm. His body went limp as he collapsed to the ground, his energy completely spent.

The girl staggered back, her hammer falling from her hands as the flames around her flickered and died. She took one unsteady step before her knees buckled, and she crumpled to the ground beside him.

The arena fell silent, save for the soft hiss of cooling magma and the gentle patter of rain. Both fighters lay motionless, their auras extinguished, their bodies battered and broken from the sheer magnitude of their clash.

In the stands, Mina gripped the railing, her knuckles white as she stared at the two fallen warriors. "Holy crap..." she whispered, her voice barely audible over the stunned murmurs of the remaining spectators.

Scrap let out a low whistle, shaking his head. "I don't know who won... but I don't think it matters. That was insane."

Medics and teachers rushed into the arena, their hurried movements breaking the stillness. The two fighters were carefully lifted onto stretchers, their unconscious forms a stark reminder of the lengths they had gone to in their quest for victory.

As they were carried away, the crowd began to disperse, the echoes of the clash still lingering in the air. It was a fight none of them would forget—a battle of fire and lightning that had pushed both fighters to their absolute limits.