"Alright, that's enough, let's stop now," Kael Vi-rel interjected, stepping between the two of them. His voice was calm, but held an unmistakable note of authority that cut through the simmering tension.
She always has to push the boundaries, Kael thought, his gaze flicking to the smirk that Selene was trying, and failing, to hide. I don't know what you were trying to pull off, Selene Whitmore, but I can't let you do what I am thinking. The air crackled with unspoken challenge, a familiar dance between the two of them that their classmates had grown accustomed to observing with a mixture of apprehension and amusement.
"I think we should get ready for the practical test now, right?" Kael said, the question directed at the class but clearly meant to steer the conversation away from the precipice of an argument. He placed a gentle, but firm, tap on Selene's shoulder. "For now, let's just start the class first, right, Selene Whitmore?"
