"Glad to see someone's having fun," I said, grinning from ear to ear.
The sun shone brightly, glinting off the magical sparks that crackled and danced across the sand as the volleyball flew violently between us. It had gone beyond mere competition. Now, it was pure, unadulterated chaos a magical battlefield disguised as a friendly game.
Riven, apparently deciding he was done holding back, launched himself dramatically into the air with a shout. Flames erupted from his fingertips, engulfing the ball in a dazzling, swirling firestorm.
"Watch and learn, peasants!" he cried triumphantly, hurling the flaming orb towards Aria.
Aria squeaked in alarm, but she recovered quickly, summoning a shimmering barrier of ice that halted the ball mid-flight, freezing it in place. She sent Riven a fierce look. "Nice try, hotshot!"
