“Challenge me? You’re not even qualified,” Jared said, without so much as lifting an eyelid. Hearing this, rage flashed across Julian’s face.
“Arrogant fool! Die!” He reached for his sword. A single flash of silver, too fast to follow, split the air. A soft hiss. One black strand of Julian’s hair drifted down and landed in his open palm.
Time seemed to freeze. Julian remained locked in mid-draw, anger still stamped on his features, eyes now wide with raw fear. His friends stood gaping, none had seen Jared move.
Jared stood where was. He merely flicked imaginary dust from his sleeve, as though nothing of interest had occurred.
Lyra’s mouth curved in a barely visible smile. “Master appointed Jared as the head disciple for a reason, Julian. it might be wise to learn from him.”
Without waiting for a reply, gestured to Jared and Flaxseed. “Come, we’ve wasted enough daylight.”
The three of them strode on, leaving the stunned disciples to piece their pride back together. Jared inclined his head, a quiet signal of assent, and strode after Lyra with Flaxseed hurrying at his side.
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