“We trained for three whole hours.”

“Huh? What's so bad about that?” Tibaut asked. (“Well, I guess for the average three hours is a lot. Thankfully or unfortunately, I'm not sure which is more apt, I'm used to going long hours of training with Elizabeth.”)

“No, you don't get it,” Kevin responded. “He did the same thing yesterday when the horses had their break.”

“Okay but…” He thought about what he said and recalled how long the horses had breaks yesterday. “Didn't we only stop for an hour?”

“They did. We were forced to run along to catch up with them…”

Tibaut now saw the problem with this.

He immediately rushed the still-stretching Furor. He scoffed at his frenzy and parried Tibaut’s blow.

“How long do we have left!?” He shouted.

“By my estimation, 50 minutes,” Kevin said. Instead of helping Tibaut to overwhelm him, he picked up a rock and cautiously eyed Furor.

(“He's staying back for now? The kid must think he's a big deal for something like that. I'm still curious how he knew when to dodge my attacks yesterday but I suppose that can wait.”)

He and Tibaut threw and dodged each other's punches and it was moments like these that reminded Tibaut how much weaker he had gotten in hand-to-hand combat. His punches made noise when they landed but that was all. No bruising, not even a wince. He had yet to be hit directly by Furor but each punch that grazed him left a cut.

“Hey Kevin, I could use a hand here!”

“J-just give me a moment.”

He was still standing there with the stone in his hand.

(“What's he waiting for?”) Tibaut thought.

(“Come on, I can't wait forever. There has to be a good opportunity here somewhere. I can't settle for mediocrity like yesterday.”)

As Furor’s punches whizzed past Tibaut’s head he couldn't help but weigh the option of running away.

(“I mean he already has a hate boner for me. Running away wouldn't make him hate me any more right? Besides there's no way I can handle cardio as well as I did before I fought Albus. I'm not gonna run all that distance!!”)

He looked towards the carriages and immediately turned around.

“Come on dude don't leave me he-… I see it.”

(“Is this bastard gonna run away!? I swear, he really is a useless bastar-”)

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He felt something hit his head and briefly staggered back. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a rock ricochet off him.

(“What the? The white-haired brat, was he expecting this?”)

Tibaut immediately noticed when he looked behind and turned back around.

(“I guess he wasn't waiting for nothing.”) Tibaut thought to himself.

He threw a punch but Furor easily stopped it, despite being rocked.

(“That shit hit my jaw and it wasn't light either. Looks like I'll have to go all out.”)

He was planning to whittle down Tibaut and then deal with Kevin but his slip in attention caused him to change plans.

He threw a heavier, admittedly slower, punch aimed at Tibaut’s midsection.

(“I know this is gimmicky but it even causes me to slip up sometimes. I'll get him used to slower punches then rock him with a quick one.”)

Tibaut moved back to dodge it and Furor chased him, moving forward into a punch from Kevin.

It sent him back and he gritted his teeth at this unexpected blow.

(“When the hell did he get there!? Was I tunnel-visioned on the redhead?”)

The punch did hurt but not enough for him to delay a response. He immediately grabbed Kevin's hand and was rocked by another punch.

(“Did he not go back as much as I thought he did?”)

He grabbed the other hand and was treated to a leg.

(“Woah, are they in sync or something? This level of coordination isn't something two guys who've talked for an afternoon can pull off.”) Furor wondered as he dodged Tibaut’s boot only to be hit by another punch when got back up.

(“Dammit this is getting annoying. It's unnatural how good they're- I see, this probably has something to do with the little rabbit's magic.”)

He wasted no time running away from the pair and keeping them both in sight. Thankfully he seemed to have an advantage in running speed.

“Have you given up Furor?” Kevin asked.

(“Man, this isn't anywhere near as hard as I thought.”) Tibaut thought to himself.

“Of course not you little shits! We're not gonna be finished until I say so.”

He looked at them, making sure to keep both of them in sight. Shockingly they both ran straight towards him.

(“Alright, I did say not to use magic but let's see if I can expose the bastard before I beat his ass. There has to be some telltale sign. First I'll release some mana and see what he does.”)

He began releasing his mana and slowly watched as they approached. They came at him side by side. Tibaut threw a punch he easily dodged and Kevin landed a leg sweep. He jumped back when he felt his feet being touched by Kevin's but as he was about to jump he noticed Kevin instinctively push Tibaut. Based on his movements he did this at the same time as the leg sweep.

Just as he jumped, Tibaut was pushed far enough to land a punch on him.

Furor’s jump backwards somewhat negated the punch but Tibaut still landed a clean hit on his face.

(“He knew I was gonna jump? No, that doesn't make any sense. Plus the mana did nothing. Is it magic or does he have insane situational awareness? No, he'd obviously be involved with more if that was the case. So what the hell is this magic?”)

As he thought to himself they paired yet again, ran towards him.

(“Tch, I'm not gonna let myself be gimped by this little shit”)

As he was about to shout, he noticed Kevin look around in confusion.

“(Hmm, I'll figure it out later.) YOU FUCKERS BETTER STOP THIS SHIT!!!”

Tibaut slowed down and then ground to a halt while Kevin stopped looking around.