"Wanna bet how long he'll last? My money's on two minutes, three if he's lucky," Lance said, tapping Lana on the shoulder with a mischievous grin.
Lana visibly recoiled, her face twisting in disgust at her brother's antics. "You really don't have anything better to do than annoy me?" she asked, her voice dripping with irritation.
"Killjoy," Lance mused, completely unfazed by her reaction.
They didn't need to leave their seats to view what was happening outside. Conveniently, an arcane window: a magical projection used to observe battles and duels, materialized above their table, allowing them to watch the unfolding events without stepping foot outside.
*****
"You really want to do something like that?" the beastfolk girl asked, a smirk playing at her lips. "Wouldn't you call this bullying?" one of her friends jested.
