Young Man
The box split open, each side falling to the ground with a rumble. Dust kicked up and pebbles flew, bouncing against the two men's bodies. Still standing on the wall, the young man's eyes met with Vega's. A grin of satisfaction stretched across his face as he shot head first into Vega's solarplexes, his hands reaching for his temple. Even the earth could touch the heavens, at least that is what he thought when he looked from the very bottom.
A long time ago
Why?
A fist crashed into the hard belly of the other fighter. For every blow he gave, she gave one back even harder. Every bone in her body he had broken, every ounce of concentration. This woman didn't even have her chi left. In fact, he should be destroying her. His chi was still strong. He was still strong. And yet....
A fist slammed into his gut, shattering the aura protectting his gut. His ab muscles crashed under the weight of the attack, losing all of their tension. The young man was going to fall. Why? How? This situation defied all logic!
"DAMN YOU MIRA!" he roared, cocking his fist for another punch. Blood spilled from his lips, dripping on the ground between them. "THIS IS THE END!"
The two hands would grasp at his head, ready to blast his skull directly with earth magic. In that moment, he wondered if he came to the right answer. If this man had fought the Mira of that day, would he have won?
"Be buried under my might," he whispered. "Magnitude 4."
Indeed, if this attack succeeded, Vega's skull would be rattled enough to give even someone as durable as him brain damage for the rest of his life.