Royal Rivalry
Yet, Theo seemed untouchable.
Then, in a split second, he feinted to the left. I moved to strike but he struck me instead. A felt a sharp pain, but the instructor’s voice didn't make it last long.
“Three points to Bellamere.”
My stomach sank, not really because of the pain but because I was losing.
“Too bad,” Theo said, lowering his sword slightly, his signature smirk back in place. “Too bad, penguin.”
Penguin? He has used that before but I don't really remember when and where he called me ‘penguin’. Or was he trying to distract me?