SSS Rank: Spellcraft Sovereign

Varik didn’t smile. But the edge of his voice softened half a decibel.

"Stop dragging your feet. Kick through. Drive with the ball."

Lucen muttered, "’Drive with the ball,’ he says. Like I’m built for this."

"You’re built for dying if you don’t."

Lucen swayed slightly in place.

Then reset his stance. Hands up. Right leg back. Elbows in.

Same starting pose they’d been drilling since the sun was higher.

’If I see this position in my sleep I’m suing someone.’

—

This time, Varik stepped in.

Not an attack.

Not a fake.