Flint looked directly at Nox when he walked in, even he didn't know why or what he expected, but a congratulations from both Devon and Nox was definitely not it.
"Good fight," Nox said simply, meeting his gaze without flinching.
"Mad respect, man," Devon muttered with a grin, "your opponent ain't even know what hit him."
Flint stood frozen for a while as he looked between the two, then he scoffed, clicking his tongue as he looked away. "It was nothing."
"That barrier crack says otherwise," Devon shot back.
Flint's grip tightened briefly, his shoulders tense, before he exhaled through his nose.
He was enjoying being praised like this, but he wasn't going to let it show.
"He was weak."
"That ain't changing the fact that you knocked out a second year in a single hit," Devon said and Nox nodded in agreement.
Flint looked at the two with a frown before walking back to his previous corner.
"You," he said after a while, turning to Nox. "You're fighting later."
