I stood on the sandy training ground, feeling the sand shift beneath my boots as I adjusted my stance.
Across from me, Mirabel stood, her eyes locked on me. She had that calm, cool expression she always wore, like she already knew how this would play out.
After telling Miss Sofia, she agreed to the penalty and added a little for herself, the loser would go an extra ten laps every morning, both of us agreed and here we are.
My hand rested on the hilt of my sword. This wasn't a wooden sword but it wasn't a real sword either, it had two blunt edge so you can't really kill another with the sword, but aiming at the head would cause a fairly serious injury.
I wasn't going to take her lightly, not with her ice and wind magic, which was the ones I knew. I had an edge with my swordsmanship, but magic had a way of leveling the playing field.