The nobles scrambled backward like frightened sheep.
Chairs were knocked over and fancy glasses broke on the floor. In just a few seconds, everyone had moved away, leaving a big empty space in the middle of the room. Now, Holden and Oscar stood alone, facing each other.
Oscar moved his sword with a lot of skill and style. The blue glow on the blade lit up his face with strange shadows. He looked calm and confident again, smiling like he already knew he was going to win.
"You know," Oscar said, rolling his wrist, "I was going to take my time with you. But now I think I'll make it quick. Can't have the guests waiting too long for dessert."
Holden said nothing. He stood with his hands loose at his sides, completely relaxed.
Lyra stepped forward from the floral arch. Her eyes were wild with fear.
"Oscar, stop! He's only Rank 1! This isn't a fair fight!"
Oscar laughed. "Your boyfriend shouldn't have opened his mouth, then."
He launched forward.
