"Alright, enough."
There was a flare-up in General Pennel's power and he caught Theron's wrists, only for a flying knee to slam right into his jaw.
Rattled, the General closed one eye and shook his head. But rather than getting angry, he just sighed. This boy really was something else.
Theron landed on the ground and used the slight loosening of the General's grip to pull his arms back to his control.
The General stood there for a while, stretching out his jaw before he chuckled. He could feel that the two women to the side were sizing the two of them up, sitting at the end of their seats as though they were worried about what other foot might drop any moment now.
They had realized about partway through that something bad was churning up between the two men, but in a situation like that, any added variable would be a detriment, not a help.
