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Thick with aether, the aerena swelled and rippled. The battle had gone on too long. “Scythe! The right flank is exposed!” Damn their incompetence. Aurora smelled another aether storm generating from the Einstein Scientific Society (ESS) gladiator. As usual, neither of her teammates were in position to counter it. Forget them.
Thrusting her spear into the metallic surface of the aerena, Aurora activated its internal engine and held on. The spear’s full length extended. While nearly ripping her arms out of socket, the stunt vaulted her behind the nearest barrier wall before the storm crackled across the entire quadrant. “Scythe! Thunder?” She pinched her nose against the spent aether and popped her head out for a quick assessment. Tears of God. Nothing remained of her teammates but a wafting blue vapor.
Of all the pathetic…
“Aurora, what the hell game you playing out there?” Aurora turned an icy glare toward Freezer, her aether master. His rickety boat occupied the southern dock of the floating aether rig. The challenging aether master occupied the northern dock less than thirty meters from her position. Freezer’s boat hung low in its restraints. They were losing.
“Stop running and get into the fight! Self-righteous wench, you just let those wankers smoke my best two gladiators.” That was the final straw. Fuming, Aurora slammed her spear into her shoulder harness and fired up its aether portal. Freezer wasn’t going to like her tapping into his reserves. But Freezer was a timid moron and a heathen.
