Everyone were terrifyingly strong.
Wallace couldn't keep up with Judah in their bare hand combat, seeing how Wallace would boast himself saying he was his best self when he played it bare.
All Judah had to do was defend himself from the useless effort that Wallace threw at him. And once he realised the other was tired from trying too hard, he took his chance.
Unharmed and with not a single fucking scratch, Judah looked down at how Wallace painfully gasped for air.
I took a step back, throat going dry.
It felt like I was looking at the power ranking between the nobles and the others.
No one else looked as affected as I was, and it was killing me from the inside to contain all my emotions. Eden and Ronan's sight was low, as though they were looking at dirt.
Maste Abel didn't look quite entertained by this round.
"Stop." Master Enoch came forth, lifting his hand in the air. "Judah won."
Judah straightened up, his hands going back to his sides. "Master, if you please, can I help Wallace to the infirmary?"
"Sure." I heard Master Abel agree, but my eyes were searching for her. Vanola. Where did she disappear to?
I hadn't watched her fight all these days. Sure, I felt a little stronger than usual but it definitely wasn't enough to face a noble just yet.
"Fucking bastard," Wallace hissed at Judah's face, trying to push him away. "You fucking noble can suck my ass--" And then he was just being dragged away while he struggles to loosen Judah's grip on him. The older just smiled apologetically.
Just as I watched them go, Vanola walked past them towards the training ground, two war scythes in her hand. She threw one down, and it barely rolled towards me.
"Fight." her gaze pierced into my soul, and my guys were twisting in fear. How could anyone radiate that amount of coldness? Or was it just the weather? I wasn't sure.
I bent down to pick up the war scythe. I had heard from Judah that this weapon felt powerful to hold, but I wasn't feeling it right now.
"You can get anything of your choice." Master Enoch's words were directed towards me, but all I could think about was that, even if I did go and choose one, I wasn't sure what would work against this long deathly weapon.
"No, I'm good." I gulped.
Her eyes held a certain composure, which I couldn't quite describe.
I took the exact same position that Vanola was in, and breathed out slowly.
"Fight!"
She didn't move a single nerve, but watched me with her hood covering most of her face. My hands were trembling, but I wasn't supposed to let her see it.
"You are weak." She sneered, putting me completely off guard.
She whirled her war scyth towards me, and I backed away with an yelp. She didn't wait a second before raiding the space between us with rapid thrusts, which brought me to the edge of the training ground as I tried to avoid all of it.
If this went on, it'd only make me look pathetic. So I swung my own scythe, I had to attack too, but before I knew it, I stopped midway next to her face.
Vanola saw me, eyes slightly widening. She immediately flipped her weapon and hit me on my face.
The war scythe slipped from my hands and I fell onto the ground.
"Vanola won."
I held my face with both my hands.
Why did I do that?
What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I hit her? This was a fight, wasn't it?
"Are you okay?" Judah was suddenly next to me. "I'll take you to the infirmary too." He hauled me up on my feet, and helped me walk.
It wasn't that I couldn't walk, it was just that I couldn't think straight.
As we reached the said place, I saw a mad Wallace grumbling away in the corner of the room, sitting on one of the beds.
"What did you get to break?" He howled at me.
I flinched at the immediate outburst. "My face."
"That is good, that is good."
Wallace had his lips ripped, and probably some wounds he won't admit.
I sat down as far away as possible from Wallace and held a cool pack against my face which Judah handed over to me.
"Thank you." I said.
"That was a good fight, Quinn." Judah patted my back. "Defense on point."
"Were you watching me?" I looked at him as though I was sorry he had to see that.
"Yes, of course, I couldn't miss this one."
Wallace scoffed, "You really tried to fight Vanola? You're lucky she only gave you a little scratch on the face."
I remained quiet. I didn't feel like it was my place to talk or ask about her.
"Oh right, you've probably grown watching her fight everyday. Did you ever look up to her?" Judah folded his arms and stared at him. "You also watched her fight Vadon, didn't you?"
Wallace glared at the older. "No. I did not."
"So, do you also know how was it that she was the only one who survived among every noble in your clan?"
"I do not know."
"Were you hiding, then?"
I took a sharp breath. Judah didn't have to hit that spot, but he did. Was he scraping a healing wound?
Wallace stood up, walking towards Judah with a grimace, and grabbed his collar in a death grip. "I didn't hide. I was trying to helping others escape. I was not fucking hiding."
Judah smirked. "Whatever floats your boat."
It was getting suffocating here. I couldn't tell if Judah was picking on him or was he asking genuinely. But it certainly wasn't the latter.
Wallace let him go, and stormed out of the infirmary.
If all these nobles were powerful enough to survive, just how much more could they hone their skills?
Will I be able to fight next to them?