"Is that... a threat?" Lancelot asked rhetorically. "Do you Student Union people like to threaten your opponents on the battlefield?"
"Not a threat, just advice." The head of the Sports Department even sounded a hint of rustic warmth. "This is just a game. While honor is at stake, it isn't a war against the Dragon Race, after all. Taking an accidental hit or suffering permanent bodily harm here isn't worth it. I can get you out of this predicament, as long as you agree to concede."
"Sounds like a very generous proposal." Lancelot smiled. His smile was casual, as if he couldn't feel the approaching danger at all.
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