A Dance Between Maniacs
BOOM!
Their fists met with naked force. Shockwaves rent the vault, the armored walls shuddering with the effort. The protecting runes flashed like lightning—absorbing, stabilizing, holding in place.
Nova retreated two paces, boots squealing against blacksteel. Leon managed only one, heels grinding but stable.
"Heh," Leon breathed out, smiling like a devil, his golden eyes shining.
Nova blinked—stunned for half a second. Her green eyes widened—just for a breath. Then the shock twisted into something else. Wild. Thrilled. "Well, well…" she breathed, a grin creeping in. "You actually pushed me back?"
Leon raised a brow, relaxed in his stance. "You sound impressed."
Nova's grin deepened, one corner twitching with amusement. "Tch. Don't get arrogant. I'm just intrigued… and That's worse."
Leon chuckled. "Oh! I'll take it as compliment then."
