No Match
Gareth POV chapter
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It was now Gareth's turn to sit off to the side. He wasn't entirely sure he liked it, despite the break. Thyme had cleaned up the court by just swapping it with another patch of sand further down the beach. If Gareth looked over he could see a number of times bodies getting to work smashing it up. It certainly wasn't the most efficient way of doing that. Gareth knew that with a few spells Thyme could've turned it all to sand. Especially with spatial affinity at such a high level. Instead, Thyme was smashing the stone platform like a mortal.
"Hey Thyme, do you think I can get a chair?" asked Gareth.
Thyme shrugged, "Sure why not?" said Thyme as Gareth felt a chair appear beneath him, knocking him off his feet and raising him up off the ground. It kept rising until his chair was about a head shorter then Thyme's, giving him decent height but still clearly below Thyme's.
