“You’ll be in charge of defense.”
The afternoon activities included a strategy game followed by a water balloon battle at 3 PM. Six teams of ten were formed by random draw instead of self-selection, and Lena, like it or not, ended up on the same team as Alaric. Her injured leg was swelling more, but she didn’t consider bowing out—leaving her team a player short wasn’t an option. Before she could say a word, Alaric laid out the strategy: her job was simple—stay back and defend their fort.
“Just one person on defense? That's enough?” Lena asked skeptically.
Alaric smirked, picking up a water balloon. “One is more than enough. They won’t even get close.”
She frowned at his retreating back. The confidence of this man was absolutely unmatched.
Fifteen minutes into the game, his words rang
