After the race ended. Cheers rose across the field, but they all sounded a little distant compared to the sight of Rhydric slowing down, chest barely heaving as if he hadn't just outrun every single person by several lengths.
He flicked the relay baton into the air and caught it lazily, expression flat as always, but the little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth gave him away.
"Show-off," Eryx muttered, jogging up with his usual swagger. He clapped Rhydric's back with a little too much force. "Don't tell me you actually used your powers for a school race. That's a whole new level of desperation."
Rhydric didn't even blink. "Didn't use a damn thing. They're just slow."
Azrael, also walked up to them, with that usual calm, unreadable expression, let out a low chuckle. "Mm. Sounds like something a cheater would say."
