The Test (2)
"<My turn.>" Kaler said. A smile quickly crept its way onto his mouth. However, like a ghost in the night, it disappeared. The very image of him was menacing. There Kaler stood, on the far edge of the arena, seemingly backed into a wall. Cornered, literally and metaphorically. However, if anyone thought that this monster was cornered, well, let's just say, and injured dog bites hard.
His right side was covered in burn marks, his right sleeves burnt away by the massive fire thrown at him. Yet, there he stood, eyes glowing a faint gold. Right beside him, the wind swirled fiercely, gathering the smoke that once blanketed the arena into a dense ball.