"You're still a loser!"
Thud!
I quickly turned my head and saw Kyle hit the stone floor of the adjacent sparring ring hard, letting out a pained groan as his wooden sword clattered out of his grip.
Standing over him was Marcus, who was scowling down at Kyle with utter disdain, his training blade still smoking slightly from the residual heat of his spell.
Professor Kael stepped up to the edge of their ring, making a quick note on his clipboard.
"Nice work, Marcus. Your initial mana control over your flames went very well today. You managed to condense the heat entirely into the edge of the blade without wasting excess mana on the backswing."
Marcus scoffed, running a gloved hand casually through his hair. He didn't even bother looking at the professor.
"What do you expect, Professor? How could a dirt-blooded commoner like him ever think of going against me?"
Without offering Kyle a hand up, Marcus turned on his heel and arrogantly marched out of the ring.
