Elsie's POV I held my hand out toward him, keeping my voice chill. "Don't worry about it, Tate. It's not like there would be any permanently damaging blows exchanged between us during the fight. And we can, you know..."I wiggled my eyebrows at him playfully, hinting that we could just pull our punches and put on a show.Tate caught on, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.The other warrior cleared his throat awkwardly, looking between the two of us. "That... might be unlikely. Anyways, Commander Buntu said he would like to see you before the event starts."With that message delivered, the guy turned on his heel and walked off, leaving the tent.I turned back to Tate, raising an eyebrow. "Which Commander is called Buntu again?""He is the Commander over our training group," Tate explained, grabbing his tunic off the back of a wooden chair. "He is a dark-skinned, really good-looking man."I nodded in realization. "Oh, I saw him earlier today! He came over to our training cle
Mehr lesen