Assad tilted his head to one side, and narrowed his gaze as he stared at Sévon.
"Okay, Why did you call me?"
His voice sounded simple enough but there was tension in the air when he asked the question, and it made it seem difficult to answer. Sévon took a moment before he responded, and he stepped closer to Assad, taking a step forward, then another. The quiet hum of the arena seemed to vibrate more loudly with each step; the distance between the two was filled with lots of space.
Assad followed every movement that Sévon made as he approached and finally came to a halt, a few feet away. Sévon gazed at Assam for what seemed like an eternity before he said anything.
"It has been several days since you joined the Sweepers, and we have yet to have any quality time together."
Assad did not respond; however, Sévon's eyes became sharper when he noticed Assad's reaction.
"Tell me, Also. Why do you look nervous?"
The weight of the question was more than Assad thought was possible. For a split second neither of them spoke before Sévon let out a small sigh.
"Calm yourself; it's better for you to do so."
Just then Sévon breathed out, and a small gust of wind raced out of his mouth and swept over the entire arena floor with ease. Before Assad even knew what had happened, the wind wrapped around his body as if he were being picked up by an invisible hand.
"...."
Assad's body became slightly lifted from the lazy position he was lying in, and a moment later his feet were placed back on the ground. He looked at Sévon with a look of confusion.
'What was that for?'
Couldn't he have just told him to get up? There was no reason for Sévon to humiliate him like that. But thankfully the others were already back to the ground level, so he was out of danger.
"Were you embarrassed by that?"
Assad's body froze for a brief moment until he remembered his flaw that made it clear to him that Sévon was the stronger one, and he could feel that.
As he watched Sévon gesturing with his finger, Assad crossed his arms in front of him. "So what are we supposed to discuss?" Assad said, looking directly at Sévon.
Sévon didn't respond, simply cracking his knuckles one by one before letting the noise of the crack travel around the empty arena.
The muscles of Assad's forehead twitched.
"…Seriously?" he remarked, then went on to say something else but was cut off by Sévon raising his hand and tracing an imaginary line with his finger while moving his hand in a circle. He continued moving his hand in a circular motion while the observed air inside of the imaginary circle twisted and compressed before rotating faster and faster creating a circular vortex that eventually turned visible in the space of the arena.
After that, Sévon slowly pushed the circular vortex of air forward towards Assed and said "Go".
Upon reaching Assad, the circular vortex of compressed air exploded outward creating a high intense gust of wind that sent Assad sprawling backwards like a rag doll. Upon landing on the floor of the arena, he slid across the arena floor until finally stopping and requiring him to roll over and come to a stop from his sliding action.
Due to his not prepared landing, he landed strangely while initially heaving his body and clothing covered in the arena dust. Assad looked actively back in the direction of Sévon with a hardened expression.
"Wha'ts your deal?" an infuriated Assed directed towards Sévon as he was gathering up from his previous activity.
Sévon, without any expression other than a peaceful response to Assed, was "You asked me what we were going to talk about."
Again, Sévon raised his hand above of him and out of the line of sight of Assad and began waving his hand causing the air column surrounding Sévon's body as seen by Assad began to swirl around him.
"Well…here's your answer."
Suddenly, the air around him began to feel solidified with the strength of the wind. Next, two small twisters were created, which began spinning around each other at incredible speed just like two tiny hurricanes.
"Wind Clone".
The twin cyclones shot toward Assad like living, breathing missiles.
The double tornadoes ripped through the stadium like predator animals. Assad had practically no time to respond. They were too quick. His instincts took over he quickly put his arms in front of himself and got ready to receive whatever was hit by them.
What hit him was a big mass of swirling air that threw him away from where he was standing and onto the floor below. When he landed he felt the jarring through his body and for one split second he had no feeling anywhere; everything was black but silent.
Sévon watched in complete silence and saw Assad moaning as he pushed himself off the ground trying to slow his racing heart.
'What is he doing? Is this going to be an exhibition match at this stage or does he want something different from this?"'
"Why do you care what you think?"
Assad widened his eyes. Sévon was looking at him with a steady calmness.
"It would be good for you to figure that out right now."
That was enough to irritate Assad and he clicked his tongue
"Fine."
The moment the word left his mouth he lunged forward. His body shot across the Octagon floor as he threw a fast strike toward Sevon. But Sévon effortlessly moved. Small shift of his body; the attack missed. Assad followed with another strike; Sevin again leaned back slightly.
Another miss. Assad tried again and Sévon stepped to the side. The more attempts Assad used, his irritation increased while Sevon remained calm like he was just watching.
After a while, Assad ceased his assault against Sévon. He took a few more back kicks and hissed loudly as he drew back from a kick attempt and appeared to blow air out of his mouth in a long gust as he lowered his defenses.
"This is ridiculous," he muttered with a frown.
He lowered his arms to his sides and walked away from Sévon.
"There's no purpose to this sparring session anymore," Assad continued without turning back to Sévon.
As he turned back to Sévon, he said, "I'm going to my room."
His tone suggested that he was irritated with Sévon.
"Why would I ruin my day with this fight?"
"Okay," said Sévon.
Just as Sévon was about to move to follow as he watched Assad approach the elevator door, he took a step forward when he felt the entire area become enveloped with energy, like an invisible pressure wave, as he felt himself fall to his right knee due to the pressure from the energy that was now enshrouding the entire area.
"What the hell is this?" he gasped.
The pressure on him from the surroundings created a sense of being buried beneath an overwhelming atmosphere created by the weight of the energy in the room; all his muscles in his body were screaming because of it.
He couldn't stand it anymore
Lokei halted his actions abruptly. The overwhelming force of the feeling overtook him as if he had been slammed by an enormous wave.
"So that's why you wanted to see him."