"Race me," Night said as he loosened up while doing his best to hide the pain in his side, although he had made no attempt to hide the fact he was injured. Even told Mr. Spearhead about it after their race and let him feel the stitches in his side. "As I do not have my equipment with me at the moment," the sword he had found in the Order's treasure room had vanished on him and he highly doubted that they would let children this immature use real metal blades on each other. "I would like to be able to prove to you that I am aware of what I am trying to teach you as I have been doing this far longer than you."