"Wait! It's not what you—"
Before Amon could finish his sentence, Aisha suddenly shoved him with both hands.
"Huh?"
The force behind the push sent Amon flying backward through the air. Fortunately, his strength and reflexes allowed him to react quickly.
He twisted his body in midair, controlled his momentum, and landed perfectly on his feet outside the sparring platform.
Meanwhile, Aisha hurriedly got to her feet. Her cheeks were bright red as she looked toward their friends.
She immediately pointed at Amon.
"It was all Amon's doing! I'm not at fault!"
Amon frowned. He wanted to argue. Unfortunately she wasn't entirely wrong.
Amon then looked nervously toward Seraphina.
She stood there with her arms crossed beneath her chest, staring directly at him.
'Oh, shit.'
Amon licked his dry lips.
'This doesn't look good.'
"Now, Amon... care to explain?"
