Is There Any Honor in Defeat?, Part I

“Brother!!”

Huǒ Yulie ran over to the edge of the competitor’s booth and looked ten seconds away from leaping off, but Wu Jian stopped her, grabbing her hand. She looked back, veil swishing as she eyed him like he had betrayed her.

“If you go onto that arena, Huǒ Schuchang will have no choice but to forfeit,” Wu Jian said calmly.

“I know that, but--”

“If I was in his position, and my sister interrupted my battle, I would be very upset,” Wu Jian continued.

Huǒ Yulie remained silent. She looked back at the massive explosion of flames that had engulfed her brother, fists silently clenched. Slowly, reluctantly, she took a step away from the edge and came back to Wu Jian’s side.

“I understand what thee art saying… and I know thou art right. I will not interfere with the match for now. However, I shall step in should it becometh clear that mine kin is attempting to cripple my brother.”