As Gavin, the individual whom walked in on Thirteen's utter defeat, continued to cackle, her opponent waved his hand in one swift and elegant motion dispersing the inky colored sabers into black motes of mana.
When Thirteen saw this, she walked to the other side of the dojo to retrieve her wooden daggers. And after doing so, she made a swift bow towards the other young man who'd been her sparring partner and swiftly placed the wooden daggers back on their racks in the training room. Immediately after doing so, Thirteen made a beeline towards Gavin, with only the latter's jubilant laughter echoing in the hallways as the only sign that he'd ever been there.
Meanwhile, left on his own now that Thirteen and Gavin had vacated, the mage from earlier could only let out a slight chuckle as he summoned a comfortable chair to sit in and sat down to continue reading his book.
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