Ezra's patience snapped like a taut string.
His voice rang out, sharp and challenging, cutting through the tension in the room.
"Enough talk, Rey. If you're so confident, fight me. Show me that you're as superior as you claim to be."
Rey raised an eyebrow, his expression bored. "Fight you? That's a waste of my time."
Ezra's lips curled into a sneer. "Afraid you'll lose?"
Before Rey could respond, Admiral Skylar's voice interjected with a commanding tone. "If you defeat Ezra, you'll take his position, Rey. He'll be stripped of his rank, and you'll rise in his place."
Lisa stepped forward, her arms crossed, nodding in agreement.
"That's only fair. If you truly believe you're more capable, prove it here and now. No more words—just action."
Rey let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.
"Fine," he said, his voice carrying a quiet confidence. "If that's what it takes to end this pointless drama, I'll humor you."
