Using the mind control on the battlechair, Timothy slashed his sword this way and thar through the airs. His anger unabated.
Audrey appeared, gaunt and ashen faced. “Let’s do this. It seems to be all you care about.”
She transferred into her battlechair and armed herself with a long sword like Timothy. They were not to be used for training, only real battles. Gasps went up around the hall. All the other teams stopped practicing.
Audrey drove toward Timothy and the sound of metal clashing reverberated through the air.
Timothy swerved this way and that, his entire being focus on the fight.
Driving forwards, he aimed for her torso. She parried and then parried again.
Her reactions slowed as adrenaline flowed through Timothy.
His sword swung once more and Audrey’s fell to the floor. He advanced and put his sword to her neck.
The terror in her eyes sent a tingling down his spine.
What am I doing?
He took a deep breath, and dropped the sword. “I’m sorry.”
Turning to the onlookers, he roared, “What are you looking at?”
They returned to what they were doing. When Timothy turned back, Audrey was gone.
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