"Ahhhhh! Stop!"
So guttural that it stabbed the air and caused some to clasp their ears shut, Logan continued screaming at the top of his lungs. The screams were incredibly resounding, making their way to everyone present for the duel.
"Hot, hot, hot!" he yelled. This time, reacting to a rising stream of smoke. It came from his shoes, newly ravaged by the onslaught of invisible beams of energy.
Logan was running with all the speed he could muster, making rounds across the perimeter of the battle station as Zack stood at the very center, amused.
"Yes, run for me! Keep showing me just how much you'll fight for your life!" he said, clapping his hands just three times. "Oops, didn't mean to remove my hand."
Logan took the lapse of judgement as an opportunity to rush towards him, reeling his fist behind him. Zack threw his hand in front of him, index finger indicating his next focus of attack.
