The atmosphere crackled with tension as Jean's words lingered in the air. "This is quite peculiar, isn't it?" she remarked, casting me a surprised yet somewhat amused glance.

"Isn't it supposed to be the other way around? I mean, the damsel in distress, not the gentleman in distress," she quipped, shaking her head in mock disbelief.

Jane, ever the resilient fighter, cut through the banter. "Who cares? Did you come just to say that, or did you mention wanting to take us with you?" Her cold eyes bore into Jean, unyielding.

Jean cracked her neck nonchalantly. "Wow, you're tough, aren't you?" The tension in the air thickened as she continued, "So you are really pathetic. I thought you were going to help her, and now you're already planning on running. How stupid." Her words struck a chord, challenging my pride and pushing me to confront my actions.

Jane intervened, redirecting the focus to the imminent confrontation. "Enough of that. Let's fight, and after you lose, you and your little boy toy there will come with me," Jean declared, her fists beginning to drip more lava. The battlefield was set, and the impending clash promised to be intense.

Jane sharpened her focus, encasing her fists in ice. "Let's see how long it takes for you to melt!" Jane taunted as Jean rushed toward us with a bloodlustful aura.

The clash of powers between the two formidable women unfolded before my eyes. The ground shattered beneath them as they exchanged blows with incredible force. Jean's mastery over lava clashed with Jane's ice prowess, creating a visual spectacle that rivaled the celestial display right in front of me as the boiling lava flew and Ice crystals melt.

Amidst the chaos, a thought crossed my mind – the words Jean had thrown at me earlier. Pride welled up within me, and I slowed my retreat, deciding to witness the battle rather than succumb to the role of a mere spectator. The pulsating energy between the combatants hinted at the gravity of their conflict.

Jean and Jane danced through the the school yard, their movements a symphony of elements each of them had a mastery over their chosen ability however Jean was more adept. Jane adeptly dodged Jean's fiery assaults, countering with precision strikes. The clash of ice and lava sent shockwaves through the air, creating an ethereal display of power.

"Why are you always the watcher?" The voice echoed in my mind.

"Who said that ? " I said as I looked around and saw no one.

Jean unleashed a devastating kick imbued with fiery lava, aimed squarely at Jane. However, with lightning-fast reflexes, Jane managed to intercept the attack, skillfully blocking it and preventing any damage.

Jane was hurled by the sheer force of the impact, landing near me with a thud. Before she could recover, Jean leaped in to launch another assault. The sheer intensity of their energy was overwhelming, something even my fully charged self struggled to contend with. It served as a stark reminder of the true reason behind my victory over Dane. It wasn't that I was inherently stronger; rather, he simply hadn't been serious during our match.

As the confrontation neared me, a surge of fear gripped me, urging me to flee. Yet, I stood my ground, fueled by Jean's earlier words challenging my perceived weakness. Hope for reinforcements flickered in the recesses of my mind as I witnessed the ferocity of their battle.

The combatants were closing in on me, and I grappled with conflicting emotions my body shook in fear, my eyes opened wide as was terrified of Jean actually beating Jane.

The urge to flee clashed with a newfound resolve to confront the escalating chaos head-on. Though part of me yearned to escape, a surge of determination compelled me to stay and confront the situation. If I ran now, I might miss the opportunity to assist Jane when Jean's attention wavered. Jean's words echoed in my mind once more, stirring a newfound sense of resilience within me.

"Why, can't I be like him ? " I thought, " Why can't I be like my old self ? "I thought again.

"It's because you refuse to accept me," the haunting voice echoed once more, its words resonating in the depths of my consciousness. I looked around as I couldn't tell where the sound came from.

As their battleground became an arena of elemental warfare, a spectacle of ice meeting Lava. Jean, undeterred by Jane's formidable abilities. Jane then crafted an ice ball, compressing its particles before launching it towards her adversary. To my surprise, the ice ball retained its form upon contact with Jean's lava-covered hands, delivering a powerful impact and pushing her back as it expanded and got bigger.

Jane seized the advantage, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. However, the tide of battle swiftly turned. Jane's eyes turned cold showing zero emotion from them, and with unparalleled speed, she vanished and reappeared, swinging Jean through the air.

The clash of elements reached its zenith as Jane froze Jean's hand, a move that seemed to immobilize the formidable opponent temporarily.

She's winning I thought to myself as I looked at them.

The battleground was a canvas of contrasting powers, a testament to the extraordinary abilities between hot and cold. I found myself torn between awe and trepidation, unable to tear my eyes away from the unfolding spectacle. Each move, each clash, resonated with the magnitude of their abilities.

However, the unexpected transpired. Jane, seemingly victorious, began to falter. A sudden disappearance of Jean left me bewildered, and a resounding impact echoed through the air as Jane got punched in the head by a heavy punch from Jean.

Don't get too cocky, I only allowed you to hit me just to test you, " Jean said.

With a powerful punch, Jane was sent hurtling into the air, her body spinning uncontrollably before crashing forcefully onto the ground below. The impact was rough, and she lay still, her breaths ragged as she struggled to rise.

I rushed towards the commotion, only to discover Jane lying on the ground, blood seeping from her head.

"Jane!" I cried out, attempting to rise, but the pain from my scorched back forced me back to my knees. The battlefield, once a stage for supernatural clashes, now bore witness to the toll of the encounter.

"She's strong, but to me, she still has a long way to go," Jean commented, seemingly unfazed by the turn of events. Her gaze shifted towards me, and a chilling grin spread across her face. "Ahh, now you. I really feel like you won't be of any use to us. You're just fast, lacking in strength and purpose," she taunted, examining me with disdain.

"Maybe it's because you lack purpose," Jean continued, her words slicing through the air.

"The world needs equality, but the weak can never equal the strong," she asserted, her voice laced with conviction. "A man with weak energy may be feeble, but a man without purpose is nothing. And that is why you are truly weak," she emphasized, each word carrying the weight of her belief.

"Purpose, huh?" I pondered, reflecting on the profound implications of her words. Memories of someone long ago surfaced – someone who had urged me to find purpose, a reason to live. The notion had seemed elusive then, lost in the languor of a laid-back existence.

Now, however, it resurfaced with newfound significance. A realization dawned – to lead a purposeful life was to transcend mere existence. It meant finding a cause worth fighting for, a reason to confront fear, pain, betrayal, and bullies.

"Shut up," I retorted defiantly, anger bubbling to the surface. "Purpose? You mean torturing innocent people?" My outburst expressed both anger and a refusal to accept Jean's distorted sense of purpose.

"The world needs equality, and the weak can never equal the strong. A man without a purpose is weak," Jean reiterated, unfazed by my protest. The words hung in the air, challenging me to confront the depths of my own existence.

"You talk about purpose," I declared, my tone resolute. "I've already got a purpose. I must protect those I love; that is my purpose." As the words left my lips, a surge of energy coursed through me, a tangible manifestation of newfound determination.

My body, covered in a luminous glow and electricity, signaled a transformation.

"Well, you will be facing me now," I announced, walking with measured determination. Jean, seemingly intrigued, responded with a challenge.

"Ohh, really? Show me what you got," she taunted, assuming a fighting pose.