Fifth hour, part 2

Ginevra reacted to Dieter's words accordingly—she put a hand over her own weapon. "Sure they don't," she growled. "Because of the smug pricks like you."

"Yeah, show them, guys!" Myrna cheered from the side, glaring daggers at Occhio. "You started it, but do you think you stand a chance? Cael alone can wipe the floor with you!"

This made everyone turn towards him. Cael's upper lip curled in a snarl, but it was only half directed at Dieter. The rest went for the situation.

He didn't make his earlier decision about a truce, only to start fighting now! Plus, he had a feeling that something was off, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Cael really, really wanted to brag—say something 'Yes, I totally could rip you into pieces with my bare hands, Dieter, so wipe that smirk off your face,' but he bit on his tongue. Literally.

He was a mountain, and that mountain won't be pierced even by a mana maelstrom. His decision stayed the same.