The time for the battle had arrived, and with a small audience, the battle was ready to begin. Ezra stood facing Luke, who held a wand in his hand.
"I should start with a sword rather than my scythe; I'll leave that as my trump card," Ezra thought and took out an ordinary sword.
Some of the people watching were shocked because they expected him to take out a wand, but he brought out a sword.
Was he trying to show off since he was the president of the martial arts club?
"How dare you look down on me and use a sword in a battle of magic?" Luke asked, seething with rage.
The sound to begin the match came, and Luke immediately started casting.
"Incendia invadentia," Luke roared, and a powerful wave of flames spewed out, heading for Ezra.
"You think because you are a grand mage, you can disrespect me? I won't allow it," Luke roared in anger.