Orion froze. And then, like a switch flipping, his whole body relaxed. His face lit up like a child who just got spared from a beating.
He didn't even wait for Cassian to repeat the order. He scrambled to his feet, wincing slightly, and practically skipped away from the center of the field to make room.
As he passed by Alistair, he gave the man a wide, smug grin and snorted. "Enjoy yourself, Sir Alistair. You're already ugly. A few bruises won't change much."
Alistair blinked, caught off guard. It did not even take seconds before his grin faltered, even though he was best at sparring, but still not compared to Cassian, and it seemed today that Cassian was deliberately beating them to take out his frustration.
He wanted to protest, but Cassian was already standing there with that unreadable expression. Refusing wasn't an option. Not unless he wanted hard bread for the rest of the month.
