"Challenge me? You're not even qualified," Jared said, without so much as lifting an eyelid.
Hearing this, rage flashed across Julian's face.
"Arrogant fool! Die!" He reached for his sword.
A single flash of silver, too fast to follow, split the air. A soft hiss. One black strand of Julian's hair drifted down and landed in his open palm.
Time seemed to freeze. Julian remained locked in mid-draw, anger still stamped on his features, eyes now wide with raw fear. His friends stood gaping, none had seen Jared move.
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