Everything was frozen in place, but that did not mean Nero's mind had stopped working. Far from it, in fact. Without needing to focus on attacking or reacting to attacks, he could finally relax.
His eyes were locked onto the woman's, and though they seemed to be in the exact same position, there seemed to be a hint of gloating or teasing in Nero's eyes. Though the victor of the fight had not been decided, clearly Nero felt that the ultimate victory would have been his own.
Conversely, there was only anger in the woman's eyes, though this time her fury was on the fact that Nero thought himself the victor. How could he, covered in blood, looking like he crawled out of a grave, be the victor? Unfortunately for her, the only reason she thought that was because she had no idea what she looked like at the moment.
