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“Airbringer may be an uncommon trait,” said Sybil. “But there are still a handful of us, so much so, an airbringer must make their trait their own. They must take a technique that others have and make it their own, make it unique. That is what the Westley family has done for generations. Since I was a little kid I was taught the ways of the wind, of manipulating the air around us. What can you do, fake-vein? Merely make the wind blow in the opposite direction. You’re a disgrace to all airbringers, which is no surprise, since you are a fake-vein. So stay down, don’t force me to kill you.”
* * *
All the student climbers in the waiting room were stunned, eyes glued to the TV.
Toto cried out for Casey.
“It’s exactly what I said moments ago,” said Cyrus, smugly. “Sybil is a trained airbringer from the Westley family. There’s no way a fake-vein would be able to keep up with her.”
Max clenched his fists as he watched the television screen. He was still rooting for Casey, but he was shocked by Sybil’s incredible strength. She was a powerful martial arts fighter who manipulated the wind to add speed and power to already deadly attacks.
On the screen, he saw Sybil stand smugly in the center of the arena barely a centimeter off the general area where they’d started. Meanwhile, Casey was trembling on the ground far from where the fight had begun.
Casey was on the ground and looked to be struggling to get up.
“Casey Everton has impressed us here in the commentator booth for still being conscious after that deadly display from Sybil Westley. However, Casey is struggling to get up. Will she continue to fight or are we about to witness her forfeiting the match?”
She won’t forfeit, thought Max. She can’t.
He thought back to that time when they’d first partnered up in the endless forest.
“I want to become a climber because there’ s a treasure on the upper floors that I’m determined to find.”
Max remembered the fire in her eyes back then.
She must have imbued mana in the channel running along her back and spine which kept Sybil’s blow from completely knocking her out.
She wouldn’t have done that if she was going to give up easily.
She knew being conscious for the pain she was about to endure was going to really hurt. If she was willing to consciously take in all that pain, then she wasn’t going to give up.
C’mon Casey, thought Max. Get up already!
* * *
Casey’s arms trembled and ached as she tried to push herself back to her feet.
She was in too much pain. It was sapping her of all her energy.