Luca was about to head back to his dorm.
He didn't intend to watch the duel.
His plan had been simple: change clothes, grab his practice gear, and train alone in one of the quiet yards near the outer Academy walls. He'd been thinking through what he wanted to improve. Footwork, mostly. He'd noticed during the last combat session that his transitions between water and lightning forms weren't quite as smooth as they should be. Not a weakness someone could exploit, but enough of an inefficiency that it bothered him.
Before he could leave the training hall, Grace stopped him.
"We're going to watch the duel."
Luca frowned.
"What duel?"
Grace looked at him like he'd forgotten something obvious.
Luca paused, thinking back. Then he remembered.
Right.
Ronan Ashbourne versus Brutas Pollundini.
