The boy, his ego smarting from his failed attacks and the unexpected power of my spells, now realized that I was no ordinary mage.
He saw me not just as a mere recruit, but as a genuine threat to his reputation and status.
Determined to end the fight quickly and decisively, he made a desperate decision - one that would be considered unsavory and even unethical in a harmless sparring match such as this.
His eyes narrowed to slits, a fierce determination burning within him as he reached for a power that few mages would dare to wield in such a situation.
The word "Fire cage" echoed through the air, the boy's voice ringing with a dark intensity as the flames around us twisted and turned, morphing into a twisted prison that engulfed me in a crackling embrace.