EVERYONE OOHS, EVEN THE hurt Cadet on the mat. Kamil raise a brow at him. He shrugs. Peeling off the wall, he walks to the centre of the room. The troops cheer and Kamil chuckles.
"Alpha, I think you should take off your suit."
"Why? Scared a dapper Alpha will beat your ass?"
"I wouldn't want to ruin your favourite suit."
"It's not my favourite. You can do whatever you want."
Alpha North Star regrets the permission. Kamil took it personal. They grab each other—rather, Kamil grab a hold of his clothes and doesn't let go.
Sweaty and muscular, Kamil is as slippery as a fish in water: every nerve and muscle stands out in his arms, back and thighs, blocking Precious attacks.
In the background are chants of Alpha, Alpha, Alpha to their low grunts. On the offense, Kamil's skillful parrying makes him doubt himself that he falters. A costly mistake.
