Drasa’s POV
I stood there, still catching my breath, one hand on my hip, the other gripping the fencing helmet like it owed me something. My chest still ached from Elena’s last jab, and my pride had taken a punch of its own. But I wasn’t about to leave this mat like a damn coward.
I lifted my chin, voice cool and casual.
“You know, technically I still have two more tries.” I said keeping my voice even.
Elena raised a perfectly arched brow, flicking an invisible speck of dust from her sleeve like I wasn’t worth the sweat on her forehead. Her fencing blade dangled from her fingers effortlessly.
“Oh?” she asked, tone feigning boredom, but I caught the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth. That smug little smirk always gave her away.
“And what would be the point of that? You’ve alre
