"I can't see this," Riven muttered, his hand dramatically shielding his eyes.
Soren's blade glinted in the light, pressed dangerously close to Leon's throat. Leon only grinned, smug as ever, like a man who hadn't spent the last twelve hours bouncing off walls on a coffee high.
A few hours before…
"Up! Up! You can't loaf around all morning after that! Get up and move!" Leon barked, practically dragging Riven out to the courtyard. His eyes still looked unhinged, caffeine rushing through every vein like liquid lightning.
Riven, however, flopped to the ground with all the dignity of a lazy housecat. "Absolutely not. I don't wanna."
Leon dropped down and started cranking out push-ups at alarming speed. "You want to admit defeat to me already?" he taunted, not even out of breath. His arms flexed with every push, muscles tightening under his shirt like some infuriating show-off display.
