Renard took a deep breath before clenching his fists in preparation for battle.
Right now, he was challenging a student named Alistair Crowhaven.
Alistair Crowhaven stood tall with the unmistakable bearing of someone forged in discipline.
His army-cut hairstyle emphasized the sharp lines of his face, giving him a hardened, soldierly look that made him stand out among the other academy students.
Broad-shouldered and built like a fighter who thrived in the thick of battle, he carried himself with the confidence of a man who had already seen more drills, training, and fights than most of his peers could imagine.
As a Rank 3 Tempest Brawler, each of his fist strikes was infused with the power of roaring winds, giving him both speed and explosive power.
Coming from a proud lineage of soldiers, he carried his family's legacy like a badge, and every opponent who faced him could feel the weight of that heritage pressing down on them.
