Brant punched the air, blasts of fire flying from his fists. They hit against the training dummy, leaving scorch marks on its chest.
"You're training really hard," Adelaide commented, her head resting on her fist. She sat on the black, rock bleachers on the side of the training room. "Is there a game coming up?"
"There's always a game coming up," Brant huffed, keeping the fiery punches going.
"Well, when is the next one?"
"In three days," Brant answered. Adelaide sighed and sunk her chin in between both of her palms.
"Well, I won't be hearing from you for three days then, will I?"
Brant stopped and looked at her.
"What do you mean? I'm right here. We're talking, aren't we?"
"No," Adelaide said, shaking her head in her hands. "We're not." Brant dropped his head in defeat.
"What do you want to do, then? Should we go somewhere else? What do you want to talk about?"
"Brant, you're going to need to be fully ready for the game. Go ahead and keep practicing, we can talk another day." Adelaide stood up and brushed off her dress.
"No, it's not a big deal. I'll go change and we can go somewhere else," Brant protested.
Adelaide stared at him hard.
"Do you really want to?" she asked. "Or are you just trying because if you don't you won't be fulfilling your duties to your kingdom?"
Brant couldn't answer. Adelaide headed for the exit and stopped there, turning around.
"I'm sorry, Brant. I'm in a mood today. Forget what I said. I hope you guys win."
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