Fire vs Lightning

The training grounds were still heavy with the scent of scorched grass and lingering embers from earlier spells. Golden light mingled with soft wisps of smoke, and the faint hum of dissipating magic resonated in the air. Across the field, two figures stood at opposite ends, their auras crackling with barely contained energy. One shimmered like sunlight breaking through clouds, her golden locks catching the light, while the other seemed a living flame, her fiery hair glowing with intensity to match the sparks dancing at her fingertips.

Sitting off to the side, Argider stretched lazily, her expression amused as her eyes flicked between the two women. Next to her, a visibly bored Esmeralda examined her nails, muttering something about wasted time. Argider couldn't help but grin at the absurdity of it all.

"You feel that tension?" she teased, gesturing vaguely. "It's like a storm's about to break. A very dramatic, very petty storm."