Kaya rolled her eyes and pointed a finger at him threateningly. “You better be.” She warned again. It was mostly an empty threat. If he did get hurt she’d probably be more worried about him than mad. She’d be mad later when he was recovering. To his credit, Bryant was a very capable fighter. Careful wasn’t exactly the word she’d use to describe his fighting style, but he was good enough that he could get himself out of the trouble he often got himself into. It didn’t mean she didn’t worry about him though, a lot. Kaya was willing to bet he’d taken a good few years off her lie with the amount of worrying he’d caused her.

It just sucked that power practical wasn’t optional. Grace refused to use her powers for combative purposes, so whenever they pitted her against other students it always felt a little unfair; especially since she’d explained to the teacher numerous times she wasn’t going to fight. She wondered if maybe he just saw that as a challenge though and was trying to push her to the point where she just snapped and used her powers. It wouldn’t work. She was too level-headed for that kind of nonsense. “Come on then,” Grace said as she checked her watch. “We may as well head over to power theory, lunch is about to end anyway.”