I froze as I watched Marcel and the crazy expression on his face.
'Is he mad?'
I doubted that, staring at him.
'No, no, he is mad.'
He took the ball and looked at it in his hands with an expression I couldn't quite read. Then he tossed it back to me and locked in, a cold ghostly glow settling into his green eyes.
"Let's go again, okay? Don't go easy on me... I'd like to see my capabilities. I have never had an opportunity like this."
Marcel was looking at me smiling, but he was also trying not to smile somehow.
I was silent for a moment, recovering from this weird and crazy situation. I exhaled after catching the ball and retorted.
"Alright. I'm sorry I held back before... you shouldn't either."
He was right. There was no need for both of us to hold back. The whole point of this battle was to see what we were capable of, so what good was it if I kept restraining myself out of fear that I severly would hurt him?
