[i]The girl only stood still, her blushing face going back to it's olive color as the blushing subsided slowly. A look of anger crossed Marcia's face, but instead of taking it out on Zachary in a flurry of spells, energy and arcane, she stomped over to where her claymore was embedded into the dirt, and ripped the weapon from the ground after sheathing her own sword. It took both hands and a couple of minutes to rip it from the earth. Marcia only looked back at Zach with no emotion, before sighing and turning away from the young man. One of her sisters had arrived and begun to heal her wounds. She didn't care. She didn't care for anything at the moment. For tears of fury and embarrassment were latched onto the mage's face as she left the courtyard, for she had felt defeat for the first time in her life.[/i] ((And fin. Nice.)