C22 Additional Competition

"Hey bro, how's the arm holding up?" Emerson strolled into the classroom, casting a glance at Hildur before plopping down next to Luke with a look of concern.

"It's nothing serious, didn't hit the bone. Should be good as new in a few days," Luke replied, his eyes fixed on his textbook, not bothering to look up.

"You've got some nerve, playing the hero last night and trying to keep it hush-hush