Jack's laugh was sharp as breaking glass. "That's rich coming from someone who got his ass handed to him by a clap."
The insult landed perfectly. Rhys's composure cracked fractionally, color rising in his pale cheeks. Around the garrison, nobles who'd witnessed their previous duel couldn't quite suppress their snickers.
"Thunder Clap," Jack continued as he spoke down to Rhys. "That's all it took to end our last fight. One technique. One moment. And you were done. So forgive me if I find your accusations about borrowed power somewhat... ironic."
"That was...." Rhys started.
"A comprehensive demonstration of the difference between us," Jack interrupted. "But please, continue telling yourself that divine blessing is the only reason you lost. Whatever helps you sleep at night."
