I watched Rilian pace around his apartment, collecting things into a small bag.

“These are all for the duel?” I asked, casually sitting on the dining room table as he rushed back and forth.

“Yeah, I can’t rely on my father to play fair,” said Rilian, “I need to prepare.”

“So, the red spandex and superhero action figure will even things out?” I asked, peeking into his bag.

Rilian slid up next to me; his cheeks flushed red ...