THESE HIDDEN WINGS

[87.1] COMBAT CLASSES: THE LEVIATHAN (part-three)

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"Don't look at it, Look at Me."

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ALBERT DOREN MADE his way down, taking position in the same place that Naala had previously taken, rolling his shoulders with a heavy sigh as Talon moved to the center of the court-like dojo

He glanced up at Harvest momentarily who did nothing but lean back in his seat, an elbow over the empty chair, ringed fingers, brushing against his square jaw, eyes trailing between the boys, seeming to be waiting.

Talon's gaze concentrated back on Albert, clearing his throat,

"This will be a quick test of your dilect, show us what you can do," he said taking a step back and motioning him to take his position.

Stepping away from him seemed like a good idea to me. The boy was built like a mean house, and since he was an Orange, he probably had some sort of elemental power or energy converter.

He nodded rolling his head around his shoulders seeming to be stretching before moving into the center, turning to face Harvest and the rest of us, lowering his head down, and when he looked back up I jutted backward at the sudden change from his brown eyes to blazing orange, red sparks seeming to dance through them.

He tilted his head to the side and his skin hardened slowly turning into a brick kind of Lava, cracks forming up his skin, his bodysuit changing with him to my utter surprise.

His hair seemed to harden given the effect of a bald head, cracked-filled lava forming over it until all I could see was a volcano-looking boy, glowing a low red.

Talon threw a ball over to him and he caught it, immediately turning into molting lava and it spilled on the ground immediately hardening. 

I watched all this with one eyebrow raised, seated at the edge of my seat, unable to register the lava man that stood before me. I visibly gasped, he was not something to mess with or even touch.

No wonder the outside world was so afraid of Converts.

Just one boy could do that, and so many more here in different colors could probably achieve even more.

I rubbed my wrist momentarily eyes following his as he looked straight at Harvest now, reminding me of a soldier who was going off to war, saluting to his sergeant.

His arms were placed behind him, standing shoulder-width apart, tilting his head to the left once more, his skin returning to normal as did his bodysuit.

The familiar dark blue and the horn symbol with the Leviathan print appeared moments later until he was fully human.

There was a haunting silence that passed, everyone seemingly waiting for Harvest, who hadn't moved or changed any single form since the show started.

"Attacker," he finally said, barely loud enough to hear as it seemed he was only talking to Lira who then nodded, writing something down in the book she was holding.

Talon turned to Albert, "You can take your seat."

Albert nodded with a short grunt, his jaw clenching momentarily in what seemed like frustration.

I watched as he made his way past me, plopping down on the seat behind me with a huff, grunting lowly as he folded his arms, his eyes momentarily meeting mine sending me a rather rough look that made me immediately turn right around. I uncomfortably shifted in my seat, before trying to refocus on what was going on now.