As much as Solomon wanted to, he could not justify rushing in blindly to attack. This was an instructor he was dealing with. And one with a deep grudge against him.
He had been waiting for this moment ever since they'd come back from Darrod.
Instructor Wilkins would be careful. Metodical. Solomon could not afford to make any mistakes here. The good thing was that he had plenty of resources to feel him out.
The ground underneath Solomon became molten and jagged.
He stomped hard on the ground a single time and sent forth a wave of magma and sharp rock. Instructor Wilkins seemed largely unfazed by the opening move.
"Child's play."
He moved only one of his hands from behind his back and covered it in a glowing violet aura. Solomon instantly knew something was wrong with it.
