SHIIIING!
Theron's dagger and short sword cut across one another, his blue eyes radiating a deathly stillness.
Raan didn't seem to know how to react to the words for a moment before a battle intent swiftly and suddenly burst from him. His teeth bared, a golden hue coming from their canines as well as he sank into a battle stance that could only be summarized in a single word.
Wild.
All of Raan's thoughts of face, of his cultivation realm in comparison to Theron's, of the age gap or anything else of a similar ilk were thrown into the ether.
All he saw before him now was an enemy that seemed to want to test his very limits.
He didn't speak any words. Instead, a low, rumbling growl came from his lips and in an instant, he had vanished.
Fast.
It was the only word that could be used to describe him. Monet had already been great in this department, and yet this made her look like she had never cultivated a day in her life.
