"Well, Sir Sky," suddenly, Celeste's warm smile turned sharp and cold. "You can't handle me. I'm above you. Get lost, creature."
"Yes, I know I'm amazing, I– Wait, what? You-you," Josh began, eyes wide, before glaring. "You bitch!"
It was at this moment that Blake decided to step in.
"You know, she won't spar with you, but," Blake interrupted, catching Josh's attention. "I'm sure I can keep up with you. How about I spar with you?"
"Get lost, Primordial Spawn commoner trash!" Josh looked Blake up and down in disgust before blinking slightly, shoving past Blake.
But. before he could get far, Blake grabbed his arm in a vice-like grip, his hair covering his eyes in shadows, his wicked grin all that could be discerned on his face, startling Josh. "I'm afraid… I wasn't asking, noble scum. I;m challenging you, noble trash. Face me in the sparring match —- If you win, I'll convince Celeste to spar with you once," Blake looked to Celeste, who nodded in acknowledgement.
