Laurent wasn’t sure why he had decided to pick on this fellow student in particular. Perhaps it was because they had non-human blood — though that was a rumor he wasn’t sure was true. Regardless, he took it and ran with it, of course; it was easy to make fun of them for something like that, in these times of war. Or, perhaps it was their reactions that were amusing, or maybe the knight academy was too boring.

Or maybe, he had some of his own insecurities, which he had neglected to take care of himself.

That seemed entirely unlikely, though, as his smirk grew when they were paired to spar. He held the training sword with a confident smirk, twirling it around his hand in a swift and smug gesture.

“Cmon, half-breed. Scared?”