Round after round, the battle raged between both girls...
Tasha summoned a storm of lightning, bolts raining down like divine judgment. Cassandra answered with a whirlwind of fire, the flames twisting into a dragon that clashed against the storm.
She feinted left, then blasted a superheated jet of flames from her palm. Tasha ducked, the fire scorching the air above her as she countered with a thunderclap at point-blank range.
Neither fighter yielded. Neither one could.
Their abilities were too evenly matched—fire and lightning, destruction and speed, each canceling the other out in a relentless cycle.
The arena trembled. The air itself burned.
Mrs. Valerie watched, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Even she couldn't predict a winner.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Cassandra leapt back, panting, her flames flickering. Tasha stood opposite her, electricity dancing across her skin, her breath just as ragged.
