"You..." Lavistar gritted his teeth, clearly angered by the woman's mocking demeanor.
But he quickly calmed himself. He knew there was no point in questioning someone who had no intention of giving answers.
Besides, the fact that she had mastered the Arcus martial style to such perfection suggested that her abilities were tied to a deep, hidden secret—one not easily revealed.
Taking a steady breath, Lavistar clenched his fists and took a battle stance.
"Then I'll force you to speak," he said coldly.
The woman simply smiled. Extending her right hand, she curled her fingers in a teasing motion—an open invitation to strike.
"Go on," she said with an air of nonchalance. "That man's almost done with his part. I'd like to finish mine as well."
Her words were cryptic and unsettling, but Lavistar paid them no mind.
*Whoosh!*
He shot through the air toward her, twisting midair in a fluid motion before unleashing a powerful kick.
*Boom!*
