The smell of cheering masses. Sweat and foam flecked into the hides of the combatants. The crackle of elemental magic.
For the first time in nearly a decade, he was home.
The Attobeast breathed powerfully. His legs juddered as he ducked beneath the gates, coming nervously into the arena. He couldn't be nervous! Now was not the time for nerves! ...But the excitement of being someplace so seemingly
familiar crawled all over him. He unfurled his wings with a powerful swing. The crowded awed and ahhed. He felt confident in this fight.
He knew the rules they went by in this world were not the same as his. Not normally, anyway. Of course, eight elements were easier to manage than the 21 Families, but even if he hadn't mastered one thing, yet, he knew he still had one tool under his belt.
As his opponent entered, he moved with surprising speed, opening his mouth. A blast of find red ice erupted forth, aimed straight at his opponent. "Viral Erase Snow Spray!" he called, which was his name for the move Evelonians called
Frost.