Windswept (completed)

Chapter 37: Skylar's POV

The next couple of weeks passed like that, and slowly we were becoming better and better at using our powers. All of our free time was spent either studying up on monsters in the library, doing homework, training, or just hanging out with Breeze, Brooke, and Steam (Brooke and Steam just recently discovered that there was no possible way they could be enemies and still hang out, so they now are on better terms). The ugly red scar on my left cheek was fading, and Thorn's gang had split.
"Hey doofus, are you going to eat your salad?" Brooke asked me, playfully breaking my trail of thought.
"Yeah, doofus, are you going to eat your salad?" I asked.
"Yeah, doo-" She was cut of by the bell. Great! I hadn't ate very much. It didn't matter though. Our next class was sword fighting.
I faced Storm, prepared to chop him. We obviously couldn't actually hurt each other, but the armor did show the amount of health you would have and was designed to restrain you from doing some things you wouldn't be able to do if you were really injured using regular swords.
"Opponents, begin." Mr. Klinge's deep voice boomed through out the room. Storm smirked at me.
"Prepared to lose?" He asked. My nose crinkled up as I smiled.
"I think you're asking the wrong person," I grinned before thrusting my sword at his stomach. He parried my blow with ease before striking at me. We continued an exchange of blocking and slashing for what seemed to be a very long time, before he finally got a hard, precise hit on me. The breath was knocked out of me. I tried defending myself but knew I was already hopeless. Then I had an idea, and a brilliant one at that.
"Ow!" I moaned in pain, clutching my stomach where his blade had struck me and falling on my back. Storm looked down at me and shock crossed his face.
"Skylar, I am so sorry! I didn't realize..." He bent down over me, preparing to help me up as anyone sympathetic would do to someone who just got stabbed by that person. I think. Anyways, this was my chance to win! I grabbed my sword without making it obvious, and by then everyone was looking at us. Swiftly, I slashed his shoulder, a confused Storm jumping backwards. I continued thrusting my sword across his armor till his armor began flashing red, meaning that in real life he'd be dead by now. Haha. Here's a story that will catch on like a wildfire.