The race will start in two days and a spar is a nice idea to get my body working. My eyes met Phillip'. There were no words. A nod and a change of stance were enough to get ourselves in position.
You see, I don't do "sparring". My possession powers weren't for fighting, to begin with. But when I made my stance from a bygone Self-Defense Class, I felt my whole body getting comfortable with my position. It was as if I'm doing this for a very long time. My left foot steps forward with the right on the back. One arm is bent beside my hips with the other aimed at his solar plexus. In an instant, we began.
A flash of fire doused me from the front but it was slow. Phillip was careful not to burn my face off but the fire was hot nonetheless. I dodged the fire on the right and stepped closer. Sparks appeared at the surface of my soles and a flash later, I dashed closer to Phillip. I jabbed at his sides but he anticipated it and did a sweeping kick. It hit me in the legs and I fell sideways. Phillip didn't give me a chance to compose myself. He faced my direction and tried to land a flaming punch. I rolled to the right and what happened next boggled both of us. A pressure built in my hip and used that energy to spring my legs forward, pulling me into a standing position. While Phillip was still processing what just happened, I used the same sparking energy in my soles to do the same sweeping move he used. It hit him straight in the knees and he stumbled to the sides. My powers overwhelmed my body and in a blink, my knuckles were about to hit Phillip square in the chest. It never landed because if it did, Phillip's raised flaming arms would burn my face to cinders.
I huffed, and so did Phillip.
It was a short match but it made us breathless with every second. We were sweating by most of it but Phillip's were evaporating when it touched his fire.
"That-" Phillip said, "That was awesome."
"Better than your Training bot?"
"Better than my training bot."
"So what now?"
"Showers?"