He chuckled, that sounded like something she'd do for some reason. He just smiled and simply said, "I think you'll do find Grace." as they parted from each other into their respective groups. Kyle found himself home in the hybrid group, his mana source allowed him to create his fire, but it also allowed him to control it too, manipulating it many things, including the forms of animals if he so desired.
"Before we begin, are there any manipulators who we may have trouble finding materials for you to use?” Kyle remained silent as everyone shook their heads, "Good! Then let's begin."
He started calling from group members at random, consistently going in a creator, manipulator, hybrid pattern. As each student went up, it was pretty much what you expected from a group of elementals; hurling bolts, boulders and icicles. He did admit though there were some pretty impressive displays, there was one girl in particular who was using vines, he wasn't even sure where she got those. Even the group of bullies from earlier showed off their stuff...they seemed tough, they've had their share fair of practice. As students displayed their powers and applied it in the practical, Mr. Steele would eventually call them to stop and move off to a 'discard' group so to speak, and as the last student was 'discarded'.
"Parker!" Guess it's time. He took his cane and folded it up hanging it in his belt loop, then reached up for his sunglasses and removed them, revealing his closed eyes; his bound eyes. Putting the shades in his pocket he stepped forward up to the plate and took a fighting stance, spreading his legs apart and crouching low, his left hand extended forward, palm out, his right, a closed fist centered at his core. Even before Mr. Steele announced the start, Kyle was already manifesting energy into his core and as the first ball launched forward, he thrust his closed fist in response and allowed the energy to flow from his core, into his arm and out of his fist in the form of a fireball. It lanuched itself forward and incinerated the tennis ball mid-air.
The other machines began to fire, launching the tennis balls at him, some even causing the tennis balls to curve out and come at him from the side. Taking everything into account, observing his surroundings, memorizing every detail, he moved. The way his body flowed, it almost seemed like Kyle knew where the balls were flying in from. He would jump, spin, kick, chop and fire would leap, lunge, curl, curve and incinerate. The times he didn't launch fire, he'd allow his body to simply move around the incoming projectiles, until finally, everything went silent. Kyle straightened himself out, breathed in deeply, then exhaled before returning his sunglasses to his face and moving over to the 'discard' group.
"Before we begin, are there any manipulators who we may have trouble finding materials for you to use?” Kyle remained silent as everyone shook their heads, "Good! Then let's begin."
He started calling from group members at random, consistently going in a creator, manipulator, hybrid pattern. As each student went up, it was pretty much what you expected from a group of elementals; hurling bolts, boulders and icicles. He did admit though there were some pretty impressive displays, there was one girl in particular who was using vines, he wasn't even sure where she got those. Even the group of bullies from earlier showed off their stuff...they seemed tough, they've had their share fair of practice. As students displayed their powers and applied it in the practical, Mr. Steele would eventually call them to stop and move off to a 'discard' group so to speak, and as the last student was 'discarded'.
"Parker!" Guess it's time. He took his cane and folded it up hanging it in his belt loop, then reached up for his sunglasses and removed them, revealing his closed eyes; his bound eyes. Putting the shades in his pocket he stepped forward up to the plate and took a fighting stance, spreading his legs apart and crouching low, his left hand extended forward, palm out, his right, a closed fist centered at his core. Even before Mr. Steele announced the start, Kyle was already manifesting energy into his core and as the first ball launched forward, he thrust his closed fist in response and allowed the energy to flow from his core, into his arm and out of his fist in the form of a fireball. It lanuched itself forward and incinerated the tennis ball mid-air.
The other machines began to fire, launching the tennis balls at him, some even causing the tennis balls to curve out and come at him from the side. Taking everything into account, observing his surroundings, memorizing every detail, he moved. The way his body flowed, it almost seemed like Kyle knew where the balls were flying in from. He would jump, spin, kick, chop and fire would leap, lunge, curl, curve and incinerate. The times he didn't launch fire, he'd allow his body to simply move around the incoming projectiles, until finally, everything went silent. Kyle straightened himself out, breathed in deeply, then exhaled before returning his sunglasses to his face and moving over to the 'discard' group.