“Fine, eh?” Candice asked. “Must be an exciting time, with your sister bursting onto the scene with all the power and majesty of a wet fart.” Her smile turned wolfish, and she continued in a cloying tone. “Demolished in her first match, and then in the second one she squeaks by an old man in a crippled mech who kept hesitating out of what we have to assume is pity. After all, the alternative—some are saying that Mattias begged his old friend to go easy on his little girl—well, that would be even more devastating for you Malrains, wouldn’t it?” Match fixing—now there was a dream scandal. She had no real reason to think it was true, but that had never stopped her before.