The training floor still buzzed with the energy of the recent fight.
The smell of scorched wood and sweat hung in the air, and the Warriors gathered around the ring couldn't tear their eyes off Charles, or rather Rian, as he stepped down with a satisfied grin.
His hands, reddened with small burns from the explosions, hung relaxed at his sides, as if the pain didn't faze him.
The crowd murmured—some in awe, others in disbelief, a few with a hint of fear.
No one expected a newly minted Warrior to humiliate Varn, the cocky ponytail guy, like that.
Neymar, Joren, Soren, and Rowen rushed to Charles as soon as his feet hit the wooden floor.
Neymar spoke first, clapping him on the shoulder.
"That was insane, Rian!" he said, grinning wide. "You handed Varn's ass to him! No one's forgetting that."
Joren nodded eagerly.
"Yeah, man! That explosion at the start! How do you do that? Never seen fire like it!"
Rowen crossed his arms, grunting.
