Flare's body trembled with exertion as he continued to rain punch after punch upon his opponent, each hit making his knuckles split open with a fresh flow of blood.

The opponent stumbled backwards, their head slamming against the wiring of the arena as the crowd went wild in celebration. Flare reveled in the victory, his hands waving triumphantly in the air as he gloated at the audience.

"I'm just that good, folks." he chuckled, brushing away the ashes that still lingered on his palm from using his fire magic.

As he took in the raucous atmosphere, Flare's sharp gaze landed on you, sitting quietly in the corner. It was almost as if his eyes had a radar that homed in on you, no matter how far away you were. He just hoped you wouldn’t snitch like last time.