It didn't take much longer for the explosive energy coming from Ellie and Reyna to cease. Their bout ended in a total draw, but it didn't seem to phase them. Now they were simply examining each other's weapons and semblances, and chatting and giggling like close friends.
Lev and Abby's fight, however, had just taken a sharp turn. Thick, heavy smoke was pouring out of the black haired boy's cloak, the pin to one of his smoke grenades twirling around his finger. He gave the lioness a sly grin before he disappeared in the smoke, prodding her frustration to a peak. "Don't think you're getting away with anything, runt!" She shouted, using her jet stream to blast away as much smoke as she could. However, wherever she shot, more smoke seemed to flood towards, as though it were an organic wall, constantly regenerating, reforming, and growing. At the top of it all, still unnoticed by his fiery opponent, was Lev, sniper now at the ready. His shots came fast and hard, cutting through Abigale's less than adequate defenses. Her situation only worsened as panic built up. At first she made a few pot-shots with fireballs, but Lev could move just as easy on the smoke as she could on the ground. There would be no hitting him like that. Eventually she got overly desperate, propelling herself up to his level, only to meet a poetic end as his heel, at the ready to intercept her ascent, came crashing down on her head, sending her spiraling into the cloud of smoke. From then it was only a matter of time before their battle ended, with Lev walking out of his dissipating cloud as the victor. Abby was quick to call him a cheater, but the black haired boy only chuckled at her assessment before getting into a more battle-centric topic with the lioness, effectively quelling her anger.
Seymour smiled as he watched his teammates and team SLVR in battle, getting a laugh at how most of the fights were turning out before returning his attention to Sylvia. "Yes, I know what you mean! There is something...pleasant, about having such wonderful people look up to me. I feel as though I am unworthy, but that only drives me to do better for all of us!" His excitement grew with his grin, though his movements were still as practiced as ever. "Even though the pressure of being called 'leader' is great, I feel like the bonds I have forged make the position easier. It is as though they would take the reigns for me if I needed the break." Seymour would have been happy to continue training on that note, but his eyes followed Sylvia's to Vance. "...Oh no..." the Gazelle whispered to himself, seeing how Gabe was taking the shift in attitude.
Gabe was taken by surprise as Vance's fury took hold of the fight. The panther boy was blown back with ease, landing on his hide plenty of times more than he had wanted. However, Vance's anger, disappointment, and offense kept him working harder, harder, and harder still. It was only when the wolf boy spoke out that Gabe's own expression changed. "Are you...offended? At a word?!" He scoffed, his voice taking a much hotter tone as he continued to fight. "You aren't that dense, Vance!" Gabe snarled back, changing up his strategies to a more grapple-centric approach. He let Vance's blows slide harmlessly into his hooks, using nothing but his opponent's momentum to run him into the ground. "How dare you think I don't respect you!" He roared, eventually releasing one of his blades to clasp his hand on Vance's face, driving him back towards the ground to hold him in place. "I am a kit, and you are a pup. That is our lot. I've accepted mine with dignity because I am no human." Gabe hissed, standing above the wolf boy with vigor in his eyes. The usually chilled out panther was clearly taking just as much offense as his opponent, but he vented it in a way that seemed honed and practiced for a long, long time. "I am a kit. Untrained. Still a child that needs to be taught. You are a pup. Untrained. Still a child that needs to be taught. Our friends are babies and adolescents! Untrained! Still children that need to be taught!" He repeated his point louder and louder as he looped a hook under Vance's shirt, tugging him up to eye level and practically clashing the wolf boy's forehead against his own. "We are all small in this big world. Don't twist my words for me. If we were really friends, that never would have been an issue." Gabe gave one last long glare before shoving Vance back down to the dirt and walking away, tossing aside his blade and ignoring any call to return, despite the battle's outcome.
Seymour turned back to Sylvia with concern in his eyes as his other teammates began to run after Gabe. "I-I'm sorry Sylvia, we'll have to talk more another time." He said quickly, packing up his things and dashing off with a wave so he could catch up with his team. Meanwhile Lev and Reyna were making their way over to Vance, wondering what the hullaballoo between the two fighters was all about.