Research! A test of powers in alternating environments!

The Training Dome had fantastic technology. An extremely useful room that was capable of changing the environment, akin to virtual reality. Location, weather, temperature, gravity. It was versatile, and this scientist was keen to put it to the test.
As well as two volunteers.

People liked fighting, they liked throwing punches and breathing fire at a target. It was a good way to release stress and aggression. Boa? This small, dark blue creature? He hated it. He was a pacifist entirely, and disliked the idea of throwing a single punch. He just couldn't do it, he couldn't spar himself. As such, is was pretty difficult to test his limitations when he didn't want to push them on another to begin with. But this guild? Full of people who were excited to beat each other up!

Boa had set up a small notice to the side of the quest board. Just a scrap of paper, pinned to the very edge of the corkboard. He didn't want to take up space for real notices, people who needed genuine help. It was a simple request though.
"Interested in partaking in research? Come to the Training Dome tonight! I need two participants! It will just be a sparring match with alternating environments! I want to safely test out the limits of the guild's technology! People with powers only.
If you wish to observe, feel free! Snacks on the 2nd floor of the dome - it's on me!
-Boa"

And if you were to arrive at the training dome, you'd see a small figure. Smaller than average, he's only reaches up to an average person's shoulder. Dark blue skin, not fur, bar the large tuft of fluff on his chest. Most noticeably, the creature has two distinct features. The first being that he has three fingers instead of five, and those 'fingers' are in fact claws. And the final feature is that he has two pupils in each eye instead of one. In some respects, he has four eyes. His clothing is bright - a white hat, and a white jacket. In his hand and around his neck is his ID badge for the guild, that he'd be swinging around while waiting.
To the side, where the main machine of the room was placed on the first floor, was a chair, a large briefcase, and a clipboard resting upon it.

For now, all he could do was wait...

While a certain hedgehog wasn't exactly good at throwing punches per sé, he was still one that was here to test his limits in combat. He wanted to get stronger, and just doing the occasional quest would not help that much.

That was Caen's thought process as he spied a scrap of paper attached to the corner of the cork noticeboard. "Alternating environments..." He muttered to himself as he rubbing his chin gently. "I'm so used to cold to mild climates, I would be in terrible danger if I were to fight in the sea, or in a warmer climate..."

He nodded, his eyes scanning the note once more, taking in the details of where he would meet this 'Boa'. "That settles it. I'm going to see just how well I will do in different situations," he said, turning to leave the guild hall, and prepare for that night

Soon, day turned to night, and the hedgehog was back in the guild hall, his spines feeling a little fresher after showering. He was dressed in his usual combat attire, consisting of his blue coat, black gloves, and brown boots, as well as having his weapons strapped to his sides.

Taking the elevator up to the second floor, Caen entered the room, taking a look around. There was the refreshments, as promised, but there was also a single figure there. He walked slowly, before making himself known "um, hello! I presume you're Boa?" He asked, smiling pleasantly.

Ah! A volunteer! Boa smiled widely, a skip in his step as he approached Caen! A red hedgehog, huh? He'd seen them walking around the guild once or twice. But he didn't know anything about him. Thankfully, that was about to change. "That I am!" he replied cheerfully. Boa's voice was... strange. He certainly spoke the same language, his words were clear as day, but his slight accent was exotic. Perhaps from another country? "I'm uh, I'm not gonna be involved in this. Fighting you, I mean. I dunno if that was clear I uh- I don't fight. I'm not-... aheh..." he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "A-anyway. Thanks for doing this for me...! I'm hoping this'll be great fun! I'll do a proper brief once the second volunteer gets here. No point in repeating myself twice!"

Adjusting his coat, Boa gave a bashful smile at Caen, "Oh, sorry! I'm really rude, I should know better! What's your name? I uh... think I've seen you about here...? Just... not spoken. So uh, yeah! And what can you do? ...You. You have powers, right? You should, it was... on the description."

Caen smiled as Boa appeared to have been overjoyed to have at least one participant. His eyes scanned across his blue skin, noting that he only had three fingers on each of his hands, bringing up questions as to what species he was.

Before he could ask, Boa began to stutter over his words as he specified that he would not be the one doing the fighting. Caen held up his hands,  and smiled "don't worry, I assumed the one who posted the message was merely doing research!" He said, before raising his eyebrow at Boa's question.

He bowed slightly, before replying "I'm Caen. Caen Flare. Nice to meet you, Boa."
Caen held up on of his hands, before summoning a flame in it. "I use pyrokinesis, mainly. I hope that's a power that can be put to use!"

((Right, I'd better let someone else join!))

After taking the last sip of his cafe mocha, the masked vigilante, Volt, decided to take a little stroll around the Main Hall, just to buy some time until a mission that interested him popped up. He got up from his recliner and paced for a while, scarfing down the last few bites of his croissant. There was nothing really special in the large room besides the cafe—that is, aside from the glowing plasma screen listing a few open missions. That, and a modest little cork-board with a few sheets scrambled about it.

Eventually, he approached this cork-board and gave it a quick scan, just out of curiosity. As he ran his eyes across the randomly-placed posters, one humble sheet of paper at the board's edge made him do a double take: he wasn't much of a voluntary reader, but there were two, unmistakable words that always struck his eye no matter how tiny the print—

—"Free. Snacks."

Volt took a step closer the poster to get a better look at it. While glossing over its words, he mumbled them out loud to himself: "fdhkfsdjkdsdseuwruieoafgdhkasgfasjSparring matchreqwyuiytwehgsfhdfgfdsqofsadkjhPowers onlywprewocsfjdskfjlhsdfgstregfsdgfdfdsaSnacks on the second floor. Haha! Count me in bruddah!"

He quickly pivoted and walked into the Hall's elevator. As he took it up to the second floor, he leaned against its back wall, securing the rifle on his back and buttoning up his cloak to conceal his body and his pistols*. After a while of lightly nodding and humming to the catchy elevator music, the *ding* of the double doors prompted him to get up and walk out.

Volt gave a sweeping glance around the room as he walked in—mainly to see where the snacks were—before he looked forward, noticing a red hedgehog and a....funny looking, other person. He stopped at a distance away from them, staring at them in—yet another—awkward silence. "Uh...yo?" he said to them both. "I'm here for the free foo—I mean uh...the...sparring...match...thing...Also the free food." 

He paused for a second, then continued: “Oh, yea, right, 'powers only'.” He lifted up his right hand, a crackling band of electricity forming around his wrist. The electricity began converging towards his fingertips, collecting en masse in his palm; within a split second, a short, glowing blade of lightning materialized. He grabbed this blade, spun across his knuckles, then grasped it at its ‘hilt’. ”That good enough for ya?”

"Yeah!" the strange creature replied eagerly, "I'm writing a thesis for my upcoming book, you see. And while I have my theories, I don't exactly have sources or evidence to back it up. I uh, hope you don't mind me observing you two. I'll be out of the way! You won't even notice me sitting there!" With Caen's motion of his hand, Boa gave a confident grin and tipped his hat in appreciation, "Ooh, fantastic! An incredibly versatile power, really under-looked. I'm excited to see what inventive things you can do with your fire capabilities, Caen!"

But before he could say much more, another had walked into the room. His attention from the red hedgehog diverted, and he instead looked the cockatiel up and down. The brash admittance of just wanting free food made Boa laugh, and he shook his head, "Don't worry, the food is all on me. You guys are, uh, doing all the work here, so I'm definitely paying for a proper meal for you both - i-if you want, that is! I uh- yeah. Kinda owe you two. You're doing me a favour, you know?"

The showcase of Volt's abilities made Boa raise his eyebrows. So, a fire user and an electric user, huh? This could lead to an intriguing combination. The powers themselves were nothing he hadn't seen before. He'd already made the assumption that they were natural-born abilities. But how each of them utilised them, in combination with their personalities and actions, could lead to a wide variety of situations and conflicts.

"It's perfect!" Boa confirmed, suddenly turning on his heels towards the main computer, "If you two would just follow me..." Sitting on the chair that was propped up, Boa rested the clipboard on his lap, and one hand on the large suitcase beside him, "Right! I suppose I should properly introduce myself, right? Well, I'm... uh, I'm Boa! A recognised scientist in arcane theory, I've written several books and papers, and I just want to learn as much as I can about the world! N...not that I'm bragging!" his eyes widened and he raised his other hand, "No, I'm just... giving a basic background! So you know me! H-hah... a-anyway..."
Crossing his legs, the small scientist leaned to the side and allowed his spare hand to rest upon the machine. Digital pixels shimmered in the air at the touch, as if the room was itching to change, "What I'm asking for is a basic sparring match. Just to test your abilities against each other. As you fight, the environment will change. Gravity will change. Temperature will change. It'll be an opportunity to push your powers as far as you can, with the limits set!"
His quick fingers got to work, an in an instant, there was a whoosh, and suddenly....

The three of them were within a city.
There was a pleasant breeze in the air, and a clear sky was up above. They were in the middle of the street, though there wasn't a single person in sight. Still, the buildings that loomed over and cast shadows over them seemed real enough. The cobblestone against the feet, the slight smell of doughnuts from an empty store to the side seemed real. Occasionally, one would see pixels shimmer in the air, reminding the observant people that this wasn't an actual city.
"In addition..." taking the suitcase, he popped it open and revealed a variety of drinks that he showcased to the two, "I have a few alchemical concoctions with me. The one of most note is the P.O.T.I.O.N-" he lifted up a green can with pink patterns. It looked almost like a soda drink, "Passion Of Tears for Injury Or Nullification! This here is a magical drink that can cure all minor wounds! Cuts, bruises, it'll fix 'em right up! Just... don't break each other's bones. Please. I don't want to get into legal trouble here."
Placing it back in, he brought up two other bottles with a wide, playful grin, "These two? I'll keep these a secret for now! They're called Quad and Pisceus respectively, and I think they'll spice up the battle when we get to them! Don't worry, all these are safe and are being sold within a speciality bar! Consider it my treat!"

Locking up the briefcase, Boa looked at each of them, "And I... I guess that's it! I'll need both of you to quickly fill in theeeese- where are they... these forms! Right here!" He flailed about a pen and a piece of paper, and then handed it to both Caen and Volt, "Just a few basic details, and just confirmation that I can use this fight for my research and eventually publish it for my book. I won't be mentioning any names, of course! But, you know. Respecting privacy. Gotta... uh... gotta keep you aware! Hahah!"
He paused. Stared at Volt.
"Oh. Oh I just realised. I'm, uh, I'm AWFUL! I'm so sorry! What's your name? I should have asked but I got too excited, I'm sorry!"

Caen couldn't help but smile even more as Boa complimented him on his powers. He wouldn't say it's overlooked, obviously, but one could easily argue that the market for pyrokinetics was... Oversaturated, to say the least.

Before Caen could reply, a new figure entered the room. A masked cockatiel. It was certainly an... Interesting appearance, to say the least. Maybe some were taking the whole 'superhero' comparison too far?

Upon realising that this cockatiel controlled electricity, at least, to an extent that he could shape it into a sword, Caen felt a little uncomfortable. Sure, the handles to his blades were wrapped in leather, and Caen's gloves in and of themselves were made of leather, but was that enough to insulate him from electricity, were their blades to clash? In a way, he didn't want to know.

Caen's mind was taken off of this, when Boa had sat down and began to give a little background on his work, even though he was taking extra care to ensure they didn't think he was bragging.

Soon, buildings began to appear out of thin air. Sure, Caen was impressed, but he had already seen it in action through his own experimentation. Still, the technology was fantastical, in a way. One can essentially create any environment within the laws of nature. 

Caen's attention was drawn away from the city when Boa opened the briefcase, pulling out three drinks and explaining their magical properties. "A... Specialty bar...? Would they be selling them here, any time soon? Items like that potion would be indispensable on certain guild missions."

Whether or not Boa replied to this, a firm was shoved into his hands. He reached into his pockets, and, luckily, he was carrying a pen. He leaned against one of the virtual walls as he wrote, still impressed by how real it felt. Soon, it was filled out, and he held it out to hand back to Boa. "So, what sort of environmental changes can we expect?" He asked, cocking his head a little.

"Aheheh, well, this technology is partly why I came to the guild!" the creature replied to a Volt with a smirk. With a raised claw, he motioned to around the area. Stepping forward, he put his hand on some brickwork. It felt... completely solid, as to be expected. He could even feel the grooves and indents in the brick layers. Incredible. "I'd love to have something like this myself, because it's pretty neat, isn't it?"

As for Caen's valid suggestion... "Selling the drinks here?" Boa echoed Caen's enquiry, and he tapped his chin in thought, "I dunno, I haven't asked the boss. Last time the bar collaborated with a guild, it didn't really end all that great. I'll have to ask them about it - I think I can pull their legs a little! Until then, you're free to use what I have on me!" Boa himself wouldn't mind a small Leafy Bar branch in this guild, it would certainly make getting hold of drinks a lot easier. Why, he the drinks he had on him at the moment were all the way from the city of Trinus! If he ran out, he'd have to get a train back over there!

Finally, he addressed the two properly, after taking back the forms and filing them away in the same briefcase. Adjusting his white hat, the dark-skinned being clasped his hands together loudly. "Thanks, you two! This uh, yeah this is all... pretty much done! All the pre-fight stuff, anyway. All the boring paper work, yeah. All the rest is on me." His head turned to Caen. Trying to get spoilers, was he? Boa gave a confident grin; "Ahah! There'll be no fun in that if I tell you! You'll be expecting it! Just, well, just expect to not be in the same place for too long. But uh, utilise your environment when you have it! It'll work in your favour, or against you!"

"Oh!" Suddenly, Boa jolted up and rapidly tapped his head in frustration, "Oh, I forgot to mention a few things! Just some tiny details! And clarifications! As you saw on the notice for this, I invited other people to watch! People, er, like to watch this sort of thing. People beating each other up. I don't know why. So don't be surprised if you see some people on the balconies. Hope it won't throw you off!
Aaaand also! This is obvious, but. Uh. Don't try to kill each other. You know that already but... I don't _want_ to be throwing P.O.T.I.O.N's into the field. And I have a limited amount. If you see your partner struggling, give them a breather N-not that you WILL struggle!
I'll- I mean, I personally will, uh, be sat at the system, watching and taking notes. I won't be interfering at all, other than changing things and adding alternate variables to adjust the sparring match. You won't hear a peep from me."

"Feel free to set yourselves up while I get ready!" With that large explanation, Boa bowed his head sheepishly and made his way towards the console, out of the field of the virtual reality. Removing his hat, he placed it to the side of the machine and sat down on the small chair. "Now let me just... is there a horn sound for this...?" his fingers glided across the screen, data flying by as he picked up the statistics for the current ongoings. Various options, destruction level, various points of view that he wouldn't be able to see from his current location, the set-up was perfect. But where was the...-
Ah. There it was.
HOOOOOOOOOOOONK!

Caen instinctively reached up to touch the spines on the top of his head when Volt complimented him on his 'hair'. "Um... Well, they're spines, actually, so that's probably how I keep them relatively straight... But, um... Thanks, all the same!"

Caen nodded at Boa's response to his ideas towards installing a bar at the guild, and said "just ensure that we know when drinks are supposed to be... Well, drank," before grumbling a little at the fact that this battle will probably get unpredictable quite quickly. 

The hedgehog looked up at the balcony surrounding the area when they were mentioned by the squid... Creature... ((Honestly, what do you call Boa?)) and smiled "I hope someone I know comes to watch," he said, before turning to Volt, a sudden serious look on his face. 

He stretched his arms a little, before jumping up and down to ensure that he was light on his feet. He turned away, and walked a few steps, before spinning on his heel and standing up straight, drawing his swords just as the horn sounded. "It's Caen. How about you just come at me?" He asked, a grin spreading across his face. It had been a while since he didn't have to take a fight so seriously, so he was going to squeeze as much enjoyed out of this as possible.

Almost immediately, the cockatiel had begun to charge at Caen. A rather odd strategy, but a strategy nonetheless! Caen calmly watched as the bird veered to the right slightly, before quickly hopping to the left and moving as though he would slash Caen, causing Caen to doge backwards slightly. However, it was a feint, and, react quickly, Caen held one of the flat side of one of his blade up, just in time for a dagger to bounce off uselessly.

Quickly, the hedgehog hopped back to put some distance between them. "Hmm... You're one of those fighters?" He asked, smirking a little, "let's see what you do with this!" Caen held out an arm, as several arrow-shaped flames flickered into existence, hanging in the air for a few seconds, until Caen held one of his blades towards Volt. "Heat arrow!" He shouted, as they all took off at the same time, heading straight for Volt. They would all make a small explosion on contact, whatever they made contact with, be it the ground, or a person.

The cost put between him and Volt meant that Caen's attack missed. Predictable. However, the small explosion appeared to knock Volt off balance for a few precious milliseconds, which was just enough for Caen to prepare for his vicious counterattack.

The first couple of slashes were easily dodged as Caen hopped back slightly, but on the third attempt, Volt slashes across his chest. This was soon followed by a jab to the side, knocking the wind out of Caen, before a kick to his thigh sent him falling towards the ground. 

Suddenly, a fiery arm sprang forth, pushing Caen back upright. He caught his breath for a second, before looking at his chest. The wound wasn't deep, but blood was flowing freely over his white chest fur. "Blood isn't easy to wash out of fur, you know," Caen said, sighing as he got back into a combat position. "Prices me right for being careless.."

As soon as he finished the sentence, Caen lunged forward to counter. He began with an across-the-body slash with both blades, before turning on his heel to send his right blade towards Volt's side. He followed this with an attempted kick to his waist, before finishing with a downward slash with his right blade.

The first hit missed. That was expected, considering Volt’s speed, however, the second one grazed him, which was more than enough to pay back for Caen’s injury. However, when his kick landed, Volt grabbed his leg. Almost immediately, the hedgehog grimaced, bracing himself for a heavy hit.

Soon, a palm was forced right into his jaw, delivering a rather painful electric shock, as Caen was sweeped off of his feet and onto the ground, with Volt now straddling him and holding a blade close to his neck.

Caen allowed his breathing to return to normal before he opened his eyes and stared Volt down. He knew that Volt wouldn’t actually cut his throat, as this was just sparring, so he was free to try anything to get him out of this situation.

Caen chuckled “maybe so, but how would you fair once I turn up the heat?” He asked, as an arm made of flame began to rise out of Caen’s shoulder. It made a movement to grab him, however, if Volt became distracted by this, it would immediately disappear, and Caen would attempt to deliver a rather painful knee to the stomach, before getting up and brushing himself off.

“Now, how about we stop with the dirty tricks, hmm?”

As the two clashed blades, activity was immediately flaring in the console room. The moment the fight had started, the strange dark creature had got to work without a second to spare. The main screen consisted of piles of data: body temperature and status, environmental damage, location of energy coursing through the body. It was raw statistical knowledge and, every second, additional numbers were calculated. The other screens allowed various shots of the fight from alternating angles.

Boa himself had evidently changed within this small time-frame. Instead of two arms, he had four. The first pair were tip-tapping against the main console, the second held a clipboard and pen and proceeded to write down the findings. His entire body had got to work as he gazed upwards at the screens, his odd eyes darting around.

So. Both of them were both physical fighters, preferring to be up close and personal instead of keeping ranged. Or... somewhat, anyway. Caen's abilities to manifest fire into physical contructs intrigued him - mainly with those flaming arrow projectiles and the fire limb. Volt meanwhile preferred to strike lightning through his weapon, forcing the blades to conduct the electricity and direct it right through his opponent.

First blood had been drawn by Volt, but neither of them were particularly worse-for-wear. They'd call for healing of they needed it, and it would hardly be a fight if they didn't push themselves despite small nicks and grazes. Boa's main curiosity was that they were directly fighting each other, but that was perhaps to be expected in a city environment. Both of them knew the city. This was an easy starter, something to get them going and get used to how each other worked. At some point, they'd get bored.

So it was time for the first environmental change.

To Caen and Volt, the arena jittered. Like a small bug in a video game, the city shifted slightly under their feet, giving an odd feeling of weightlessness as they didn't move with it. Small blips and pixels in the air shimmered and appear as the transition one from place to another occurred, overlapping, one giving way for another. The floor, the streets, the buildings, the scents, they all became raw computerised data. 
They greyness of the city transformed and melded into... orange and brown.

And with it... came the desert.

Boa's brow furrowed as his clawed hands tapped against the screen, altering the environment further. The city was a starter, but for experiments like this you always had to have low point and a high point. A starter before the grand meal. And this was just one dish. They'd fought against each other in close combat, pushing against each other to gain the upper hand. But he was curious how they'd fare if the environment was pushing against them too. How would they fare when there were other variables to take into account?

The streets were replaced with sand - each small, tiny, insignificant grain felt so real. It was no longer a flat surface, but the landscape was now littered with dipping sand dunes. Each step was a trek to continue onward, giving a firm sinking feeling at every motion. Not enough to go under, but enough to ensnare your ankles if you allowed it. 

Above, the sun beat down mercilessly. The sky was cloudless, casting no shadows on the arena. Of course, the sun wasn't there - this was a simulation. Still, it didn't stop Boa from cranking the heat up. From the cool city streets came an immediate sweltering rise of temperature. They weren't going to dwell in this environment long enough to cause them to faint from it, but it was enough to make you consider the possibility.

And you know what made this worse? There was a heavy wind, a violent wind. A buffeting wind. The air wasn't clear like the city - this air was tainted with grains of sand, and it fought back. The wind was a force that required attention, and it pushed as hard as it could to be noticed.

This was no longer a fight to best each other, but also a fight to best each other in the middle of a goddamned heated sandstorm.

...Was this too much of a jump? Boa's claws hesitated at the keyboard, glancing at the cameras with a conflicted expression on his small face. No, no it'd be fine. They wanted to be tested, and he wanted to see what he could do with this technology.

Caen was surprised that his tactic was able to free him, and he was glad to finally be back on his feet. He picked up his swords from the ground, glaring at Volt's challenge. 

However, before Caen could speak, there was a sudden, unbearable heat. Then the buildings disappeared. Then the air was filled with sand, that buffeted Caen almost instantly,  causing him to hold up his arm to protect his eyes. He hissed as sand hit at the fresh wound on his chest. 

The hedgehog looked down to see his feet now deep in sand dunes, and an idea sprung to mind. He used the one arm that wasn't protecting him, and swung it upwards, dragging his blades along the sand. As he did so, flames seemed to trail behind as Caen called out "flame buckler!" 

Now, while this was generally used as a temporary small shield to deflect blows, instead he used the sand on the ground, sending it upwards and heating it up , until it became glass. 

As soon as a sufficient amount was made, he stood behind it, allowing his arm to come down. He summoned two flaming arms, grabbing more sand with them, and building a small shield around him, to protect against the sandstorm. 

Finally, the heat got to him, and he wiped the sweat off of his brow "this is going to be tough," he said, his breathing now much more fatigued. He took off his coat, dropping it behind him, and held out his arms, summoning more arrows, and firing them at Volt. "No, you can come to me!" He said.

Caen gritted his teeth as he watched Volt narrowly avoided every single arrow, before sprinting towards the hedgehog. He was clearly much more able to fight in these conditions than Caen, especially considering he was quite light on his feet, whereas Caen was slightly more... Let's say 'clunky'. 

Caen drew his swords, once again, deciding it would be best to stay defensive in the arid conditions. It allowed him to save his energy for when fighting became easier, and it allowed Volt to wear himself out in the heat. Two birds with one stone, right?

Wrong. Volt was still quick, and he had already reached Caen, and attempted another blog to his chest. Quickly, the hedgehog turned his blade to deflect the oncoming dagger strike, and he took a quick step backwards, although this was as much as he could do, considering he didn't have a hood that could protect from his face being buffeted by the sandstorm, and the fact that he threw off his coat due to the heat would hardly allow his body to fair better. The best thing to do would be to stay behind his glassy shield.

Caen growled, slashing both his arms across his body, attempting to catch Volt off-guard.

Volt had easily dodged Caen's strike, once again. Predictable, considering the hedgehog's circumstances. He glanced up to the control room, hoping that Boa would at least change scenery, soon. 

The heat was making it hard to concentrate on Volt's movements, and he barely dodged the flying blade coming at him. Then, suddenly, a shot of electricity connected with the hedgehog's chest. He yelped in pain as two, no, three, no five more joined in, causing him to stumble backwards just a little.

He raised up his arms, yelling out the words "heat wall!" A wall of flame rose up before Caen, just as Volt pulled out a pair of pistols, whose shots burned up quickly from within the flame. Soon, the wall disappeared, and Caen stated straight at Volt. "Are you mad?! That could have killed me! Can we not use actual live ammunition?!"

Caen shook his head, getting back into a battle position. "Just remember that we're not aiming to kill, here..."

Caen narrowed his eyes as Volt explain that the handguns wouldn't hurt him, but the rifle strapped to his back in fact would. "The fact that you needed to bring it to a sparring session is even more scary..." Caen muttered, still back to pick up his coat. He put it on, shrugging to straighten it out. Something suggested that this glass shield was impossible to keep up.

Volt got down low, aiming the pistols right at Caen. The hedgehog stepped back, preparing for another volley, but instead Volt asked Caen to make the first move. "Fine. But I wonder how well those work in close range," he said, taking a deep breath to brace himself from the storm. He ran forwards, flames wrapping around his feet to stabilise his footsteps across the sand. Holding both arms outwards, he continued on, the sand beginning to buffet his side.

Finally, Caen had reached Volt, and swung his right arm how to attempt to knock the firearm out of his hand, before following this up with a quick spin, before another right-handed slash aiming straight for Volt's chest.