'Huff, this feels manageable.'
Akamir stood in the center of the ring, his sword lowered lazily.
The academy grounds were busy at this hour, but the training area itself was mostly empty.
"You're really going against both of us?" Viros asked from across the ring, raising a brow. "Trying to act tough now?"
Akamir rubbed the back of his neck. "Just come at me, will you?"
Viros grinned, twirling his spear before stabbing it into the dirt beside him.
He cracked his knuckles, stretching them out, then pulled the weapon free again.
Luca stood across from him, rolling his rapier in his palm, calm but not relaxed.
"Don't cry when you lose," Luca said, looking at him.
Akamir shifted slightly, positioning himself to keep both opponents in view. "Just come."
The two exchanged a quick glance.
Viros nodded first, and then they moved.
Luca angled to Akamir's right, fast and light-footed, while Viros lunged from the left.
They weren't holding back.
