Annie shrugged, turned and walk back to the end of line, giving way to Double-J. Miles faced him, raised his left hand in greeting. “And now it’s — ”
“Shut up,” Double-J following his curt command with a quick advance towards Miles.
Miles lunged at his opponent’s second step, Double-J recovering from the surprise move in time to parry, his riposte coming immediately and parried by Miles. The two teens drew their arms back, jabbed with their foils, both landing a touch on their opponent’s chest.
Double-J spoke in the voice of a man not willing to negotiate. “Second intention.”
Miles shook his head. “My counter-parry, I have right of way, my touch.”
Double-J swore loudly. “My blade never lost control of the action, it’s mine!”
Miles chuckled, a mocking smile visibly beaming behind his gray metal mask, but Coach Dan called before he could respond. “It’s a drill, my friends, not a debate. Move on to the next fencer, please.”
Double-J backed away towards the end of the line, not turning from Miles. “This isn’t over yet.”
Miles chuckled again. “John, I haven’t even gotten started yet. Trust me, you’ll know when I get going.”