Magic stood in the arena. He was fighting Aspen, who was his friend. He already knew what her power was, and she should already know his. Thought Mason wasn't exactly in the best of moods. He wasn't fully recovered from his nightmare a couple days ago. He was fine physically but not mentally, which could cause so strange things to happen with his power. But here he was again, a hook sword in hand, and any vibration as his tool.