[ Competitors disqualified! Weapon destroyed! ]
After the disqualification of the eight, Victor finally released Elyra, who quickly stepped back and brushed herself off with burning cheeks.
She glared at him. "I had it under control."
Victor grinned and began to turn away. "You're welcome."
She scowled. "Wait. Why did you do that?"
He stopped and tilted his head slightly while still facing away. "Why wouldn't I?"
"You could've let me get disqualified," she said while narrowing her eyes. "I'm an S-rank. That would've made things easier for you."
Victor turned halfway and smiled. "Maybe. But I'd rather fight fairly than win by cheap tricks. Besides, I'm not afraid of a challenge."
His words were simple, but they struck something deep in Elyra.
He walked away without waiting for a reply, leaving her staring after him.
