"It's about time, you lovebirds!" Boomer shouted as Warren and I entered the arena. What he said literally made me stop in my tracks.
Lovebirds? What? I looked to Warren, who seemed to have ignored the remark entirely. Lovebirds? I've only known of this guy since yesterday. I thought, brows furrowing as I look over to our opponents, two boys who were currently whispering to each other, probably about us. Scoping out the competition did seem smart.
I walked over to Warren's side as Boomer started the countdown.
10… 9…
"What do they do?" I ask in his direction, still keeping my eyes on the two boys across the way.
"Teleportation and Wind Manipulation." Warren answered, readying his stance. I nodded quietly. Wind Manipulation had to be the blond guy's thing. He was making a big deal about cracking his knuckles while the other boy was standing with his arms crossed, a self-satisfied look on his face.
8… 7...
I flinch and turn to look as Warren's arms suddenly erupt in flames. He's a pyro! My eyes widen in surprise. The fire flows off his shoulders all the way down to his wrists. It's like the fire is licking the air, the way it dances off of him. For a moment, I'm caught up in the light he's giving off. That's another question answered, I guess. But I don't have the time to stare or ask questions about it. My eyes go to the limp figure hanging above a metal machine that has spikes spinning in it.
6… 5… 4…
"I'll get the doll." I said, looking over the contraption. I could climb it. Sure, if I have a good enough head start. A run and a jump. It should be simple. I thought. After all, I won't be much help to Warren fighting off tweedle dee and tweedle dum over there. However, my heart is racing and I can feel doubt loom over my head. I can't hesitate. If I hesitate, I won't make the jump.
"What do you do?" Warren asks me firmly, making my gaze turn back to him. His eyes are distressed and I figure it's because he can't make a plan of attack without knowing my power. I'm reluctant to tell him. I'm not really sure why.
3… 2…
"It's not an outward power. Just keep them preoccupied." I tell him quickly, getting into a running stance.
"It won't be that simple!" Warren heatedly growls as he sees me get in position. All he knows is that I'm gonna head for the doll. He doesn't know I can protect myself. I realize, but it's too late to tell him now.
1… An airhorn sound goes off and I break into a sprint in the direction of the doll.