Join Me or Fight Me

"You really think you can just walk out after mouthing off like that? Like I'd just let you go after you embarrassed me? Where do you think you're going?"

Sevan stopped, casting a confused glance over his shoulder. "To class? We just agreed on the duel."

Shiloh's grin twisted into something far less friendly. He rolled his shoulders, his fingers flexing. "Nah. I just don't like letting disrespect slide."

Sevan barely had time to react.

The moment Shiloh flicked his wrist, three cards shot toward Sevan like razors.

Sevan twisted his fingers, and water from the puddle he had created earlier surged up, forming a twisting barrier that deflected the cards midair. They ricocheted off the water's surface, embedding themselves into the walls with a sharp thunk.