But regardless, what the students all had were assumptions based on what they had witnessed as spectators.
Whether their assumptions were correct or not was yet to be determined.
But the instant the blue translucent shield had intercepted his kick, Atticus's mind had worked rapidly and vigorously.
And by the second Atticus's form skidded to a stop at the edge of the earthen platform, he had already thought about multitudes of possibilities.
They were currently in the academy.
Atticus didn't really know much about how everything worked in the academy, but even then, Atticus was about 99% sure that when it came to matters involving their artifact and the rules, not even Jared, an instructor in the academy, could do anything to change them, not to even talk of cheating.
The spar had been completely official.
