Rachel stood still even when the crowd was shouting ‘Fight!’ ‘Fight!’ like a mantra. I knew she wanted me to attack first.

“I’ve been watching you fight, and you have never attacked first, well apart from your last match….” She started, placing her hands on her waist.

“Well, that’s a stupid deduction to make. I’ve only fought two contestants. Didn’t your mother teach you that, when she taught you how to fight with the subtle magic, when she taught you how to cheat in the competition?” I shot back, a smirk appearing on my lips.

Her eyes widened, and her composure disintegrated by a meaningful portion, as she looked around...