A hot sun hung in the air, a heat wave blew through the sky and suddenly a man appeared under the vast sky sweating like a dog, and that's absolutely perfect. I wipe the sweat off my brow as I look at my artwork, and although it's not even close to looking presentable to my art teacher, it'll have to do for now. Right now though, I have more important duties to attend to, and I need to get my tools ready. Thus, my painting equipment is readied and put into my bag and I dash out of the art room as the bell rings and the rest of the class chase after me. The sound of their footsteps are beautiful but violent and I would love to have the honour of painting that scene but for now I need to get to my mock battle for my school's monthly examination and everyone seems to love these kind of things.
Let me elaborate. Our school, Gecko High School is a school for the "specially" talented, and almost all of us here have a "talent" to say the least. A blunt way to say what my "talent" is that I can create things from paintings and bring them to life. It works much better with my writing, but I prefer to preserve that for my own free time. So, my opponent is at the other side of the ring and she seems poised and ready for action. I've heard from my instructor that her ability is to use sound to manipulate enemies,but her weakness is that she has to maintain it for a long time, whereas my ability need a long time to get ready and be useful. So, we have each other's weaknesses covered but the thing is who can outsmart the other first. Before I went in, The referee checked my sketchbook which was of course empty.
So the mock battle began and for the first 30 seconds we stood at the podium and stared at each other while the crowd kept trying to prompt us to get fighting. I could see the confidence pouring out of the girl, like streams of purple and white while it pulls me to my sketchbook.I can feel my fingers twitching and begging me to paint this but I can't let myself make the first move or else I will lose this. Suddenly, the girl started her chant before singing and now I has ready and hyped for the painting so as she chanted away I drew out the purple and white streams. The purple and white streams had turned into dragons, covered by mist and oozing out purple and white gas respectively. I could hear her chuckle as she saw the two dragons.
"So you are as stupid as the instructor says." she said under her breath as the dragons soared towards her.
"My own confidence can't hurt me you dumbass!" The dragons wrapped around her and gave her nuzzles on the nose before stopping and preparing an attack against me. She was laughing out loud now and I was desperately trying to recover from my idiocy. I couldn't have forgotten that her own confidence couldn't hurt her, so why did I feel the urge to draw it? The dragons were getting ready to draw their breath and I was running out of time so I had to act fast. I took out my sketchbook and suddenly, I remembered why I drew the dragons, and I scrambled to draw the solution to the problem. So, as the purple and white mist started to move towards to at such rapid speeds, I raised my sketchbook and used it as a shield.
BOOM! Mist erupted from my previous location and the dragons went away. The crowd went silent as the instructor look for signs of life using the arena's heat sensor.
"Oh blast. I guess I might have gone too hard on his first mock battle." She started walking towards me and now I was ready for my own attack. As the fog cleared I raised the sketchbook out of it towards her, and the only thing that she had was silence, then laughter. Suddenly, I began to laugh along as the picture of her began to appear into the arena as she looked at it and started to tremble and walk backwards. She begins to chant as the picture of her closes in on her and she finally started to sing. I grinned as the picture began to copy her move,negating her counterattack. Thus, the clone moved in and grabbed her as the arena's victory bell rang. I finally won, and the only thing that happens after the clone returns to my sketchbook is me falling on the floor.
So, he won huh? He's not too bad right, maybe he can be a representative for our class?
"So you are as stupid as the instructor says." she said under her breath as the dragons soared towards her.
"My own confidence can't hurt me you dumbass!" The dragons wrapped around her and gave her nuzzles on the nose before stopping and preparing an attack against me. She was laughing out loud now and I was desperately trying to recover from my idiocy. I couldn't have forgotten that her own confidence couldn't hurt her, so why did I feel the urge to draw it? The dragons were getting ready to draw their breath and I was running out of time so I had to act fast. I took out my sketchbook and suddenly, I remembered why I drew the dragons, and I scrambled to draw the solution to the problem. So, as the purple and white mist started to move towards to at such rapid speeds, I raised my sketchbook and used it as a shield.
BOOM! Mist erupted from my previous location and the dragons went away. The crowd went silent as the instructor look for signs of life using the arena's heat sensor.
"Oh blast. I guess I might have gone too hard on his first mock battle." She started walking towards me and now I was ready for my own attack. As the fog cleared I raised the sketchbook out of it towards her, and the only thing that she had was silence, then laughter. Suddenly, I began to laugh along as the picture of her began to appear into the arena as she looked at it and started to tremble and walk backwards. She begins to chant as the picture of her closes in on her and she finally started to sing. I grinned as the picture began to copy her move,negating her counterattack. Thus, the clone moved in and grabbed her as the arena's victory bell rang. I finally won, and the only thing that happens after the clone returns to my sketchbook is me falling on the floor.
So, he won huh? He's not too bad right, maybe he can be a representative for our class?
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