He yawned, "Don't blame me for not holding back."
"I am not that petty to hold a grudge against you."
Lin Qingyi stood across from him. Brandishing her tang sword, behind her—eight other swords floated in a fan-like pattern. A purple outline around each sword, leaving traces behind in the air as they bobbed up and down.
In exchange for Lin Qingyi helping them, Raymond had agreed to spar with her once. A decision he was starting to really regret.
Not because he was scared or anything, but because he was really tired.
They had literally just stepped off the train and returned to the academy!
Immediately, she had pulled him to one of the academy sparring grounds and forced him to fight her right then and there. He supposed the few days they had spent on the train had driven her crazy from the lack of fighting.
Even if she was the most...normal (it was hard to call any of them normal, really). This reminded Raymond of precisely why he hated fighting maniacs.
