The Storm Meets the Flame
When Lee Roy finally saw who he'd be facing, a faint crease formed between his brows. It wasn't that he thought Liam was weak, no, he didn't underestimate his opponent that easily, but the truth was, he had been hoping for someone else.
He had wanted Moze.
The lightning mage who had beaten his score during that little event outside the venue. That was the one Lee Roy had been itching to face. When his eyes landed on the boy with the eyepatch standing across from him now, there was no flare of intimidation, no spark of that instinctive battle thrill. To him, Liam didn't give off the presence of someone who could truly challenge him.
"I have to ask before we begin!" Lee Roy's voice carried easily over the murmuring crowd. "Are you stronger than your friend, the lightning user from your academy?"
"Do mages not have brains?" Liam shot back without hesitation, his tone dry as a desert. "If I wasn't, don't you think he'd be the one standing out here instead?"
