"I still can't believe he moved like that."
"Did you see the gun tricks?"
"He blinked through Serina's lances. That's illegal, right?"
Inigo kept his eyes closed, arms folded behind his head as he lay stretched across the bench beneath the elm tree. The heat of the duel still radiated faintly in his muscles, but the fatigue hadn't caught up yet. Not physically. But mentally? He was easing off the throttle.
Serina stood nearby, now in a more relaxed posture, cooling off with a chilled water spell gently misting over her shoulders. Her golden staff leaned against the tree beside her, and she glanced toward Inigo every so often with a slight smirk curling her lips.
"I'm surprised you don't have a personal cheering squad already," she said at last, breaking the comfortable silence.
Inigo opened one eye and smiled. "Give it a week. I'm thinking about hiring background dancers for when I enter rooms."
"Maybe train them to chant 'Burger King' while tossing enchanted fries?"
