For all his betrayals and crime, there was one thing that Jensen taught me which I’d never forget.
The temperature of the room dropped. Birgit was standing opposite me in the empty gym, her whole body coiled in like a spring about to pop. She was dressed in a light blue shirt and pants with long white stockings and fingerless gloves.
She was the Snedronningen, a hero name based on the Danish Snow Queen.
I flexed my fingers. She had good reasons for that name. Her power and control over it gave her the title and then some. I’d never been able to beat her straight up, even though I did come close a few times.
But this was the first time we’d fought after I was given back all my memories. The whole room, her included, was different to me now than all the times I’d been there during the first term, when we did most of our sparring together.
As she shifted her foot, I crouched, and the ground shook as dust flew and it was torn to pieces with my power.
I rushed in, as silently as I could. My cape flapped through the dust as I unclipped it and tied it to a piece of debris. If she saw it, it’d be a distraction and if she didn’t, then it’d be a weight off my shoulders–bright red capes weren’t good for sneaking around and that was what I’d wanted to do.
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And that was where Jensen’s lesson came in.
The first thing he’d ever taught me.
Power–strength–was good. But if you combined your brawn with your brain, you’d be almost unstoppable.
I continued going forward. Following the cold. As the temperature dropped and my breath started being a cloud of smoke, I knew I was getting closer. All I had to do was stop myself from shivering, no matter how much my body wanted to do it.
Strike first. That was Beatrice’s first lesson to me.
The slight tapping of footsteps told me I’d failed on that. I barely managed to dodge the small ice wall with a sidestep.
My cheek was grazed by a jutting spike. A bit of blood dripped out.
Paragon was laughing at me.
“Shut up,” I said under my breath. The last thing I wanted was him when I was spending time with Birgit.
“Ice Punch!” I heard from above me, and again I barely jumped out of Birgit’s way.
The smoke cleared as Birgit punched the ground and a wave of ice burst out from it. It covered my whole body. Except my wrist and hand.
Birgit smirked, apparently not having realised that. So I smirked back, groaning as I put my hand back and shattered the ice.
“Really now, kæreste?”
“Don’t call you names out next time. Maybe you’d have a chance. Unfortunately for you, this is the year of Moros!”
This fight had just began.