Avala strode out of the small medical ward in search of her brother. She didn't show it, but her heart was anything but still. Years of emotions were welled up inside of her, ready to be released in the upcoming spar. She inhaled deeply before closing her eyes.
"It's just a spar. Focus, Avala. This will be nothing."
When she opened her eyes, Squabee was standing in front of her holding a powdered pastry. She looked at Avala with fear in her pupils as she dropped the treat on the ground.
"What do you want?"
Squabee ran away as fast as she could.
"I DON'T WANNA SPAR! PLEASE DON'T MAKE MEEE!!"
Avala slapped her forehead before she continued walking.
"Such an ignorant woman. Where the hell is Orvo when you need him?"
Avala continued walking through the convoluted halls of the kingdom until she finally reached the main dining hall. Inside, Slimo and all his friends were having a large feast. All of their arms wobbled as they attempted to pick up their silverware.
