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left and right at both boys, and asks if they are both ready. They both nod, and the official raises his right hand and then quickly brings it down shouting begin!
    Vernon boasts, “You'd better be ready.”  
    Vargas remembered the way he opens and needs to be faster. His burst of wind magic behind him followed by a physical attack. It was time to use the first technique that Master Sel had taught him. Focusing the flow of his magic over his nerves, charging them, and giving him a quicker reaction time. This now simple technique had taken him a year just to figure out how to even feel his magical flow.  
    Vargas yells with a smile on his face, “Try me!”
    Wind gathers beneath Vernon’s feet as he bursts forward, clearing the distance quickly.   Vargas can see him this time and lays down a lightning wall spell onto the ground. He creates an arc of lightning at his feet and floats backwards across it, to avoid being hit by either Vernon or his own spell.  
    Vernon passes over the spot he touched which creates a wall of lightning with him right around him. He passes through and gets covered in electricity, hitting the ground his body was writhing as he rolls to a stop. Vargas moves quickly by gliding over to where his opponent landed and thinks to himself he might be able to intimidate this guy off of his game plan. Mental games were something he was told were critical in winning a fight before it gets started.  
    Standing over Vernon, he looks down at him and says, “You have quite a bit of speed, but you’re not faster than I am, I can ride lightning. I saw how you beat your other opponents. You use your speed to close the distance, and your strength to overwhelm. Sadly, you won’t be able to be so predictable against me Rune Master Vernon Douglas. You’ll have to do better than that.”  
    Vargas finishes as he gathers magic into his hand forming bolts of lightning into two bluish purple spheres, as they form and grow streaks shoot from his hands to the ground.  
    Vargas releases the spell, and Vernon barely wind bursts away from the blast, sliding away on the ground. Getting up Vernon brushes himself off. Vargas sees him glancing down which must be to his overlay, and does the same. His readout shows his current mana reserves and luckily he hasn’t used enough to register.
    His opponent doesn’t seem to be deterred by his attempt at intimidation. Vargas sees Vernon’s runes flare up as he slams down his palm to the ground. Ice flows out in all directions covering over half the two hundred yard coliseum floor. Vargas' feet get caught within the thick ice, just over his toes and up over the back of his heel.
    Vernon shouts, “Let’s see how fast you are now!”  
    Vargas replies with a smirk across his face, “Good play Rune Master but you failed to realize what I said earlier, I ride lightning.”  
    He shows Vernon what he means as he shatters the layer of ice covering his shoes. Lightning surges out from the souls of his shoes lifting him off the ground. He floats above the ice that Vernon just laid down atop the arcs of lightning under his feet. Leaning forward the bolts reach out and take him across the frost covered floor.
    Stopping abruptly in front of Vernon. His opponent flinches bringing his fists up to cover his face. Vargas takes this opportunity to use the second thing that Master Sel had taught him. He uses the extra magic around him to charge himself and his attacks similar to what an elemental mage does in a transformation.
    Most people don’t realize that when you cast a spell it releases more energy than just the spell. There is residual energy from every spell used, and with all the spells that have been cast here in the last couple of hours. He can’t even begin to think how strong this is going to make him.  
    Arcs of electricity start flowing out of Vargas’ back as if he spread skeletal wings of lightning. He can see the look in Vernon’s face as he stands there in awe.