Tristan Grayson had clearly spotted Mika as well, and he hurried over too.
Ian Shaw had only taken two steps when two figures dashed past him, one after the other. His brow furrowed in confusion.
Silas Kent ran to Mika's side and grabbed her by the shoulders. He looked her up and down, and after making sure she wasn't hurt, he asked in a low, cold voice, "What happened?"
"Silas, I never won when we used to spar. This time, you should be proud of me," Mika said with a smile, gently removing his hands.
Hearing Mika's words, Silas's heart leaped into his throat. "You got into a fight?"
"Yeah."
"Why didn't you call me if you were going to fight? You're not hurt, are you?" Silas was practically worried sick.
"How could I get hurt? The people inside, though... they're probably hurt pretty badly." Mika shook her head. When she glanced at Eleanor Bishop, she couldn't hide the smile playing on her lips.
