"So... come on." I deadpanned, one hand buried in my pocket as I gestured lazily with the other.
Yeah, I know. Cold, arrogant, smug—pick your poison. I was literally asking Chase to throw the first strike, like I wasn't the one challenging him. But hey, I wasn't trying to be edgy or disrespectful. Honestly, I just thought I'd let him make the first move before I one-shotted him.
Of course, intentions didn't matter. The world didn't grade you on good faith.
Chase's face twitched with irritation, confusion, and exasperation all at once. He looked at me, then at his dual swords, before narrowing his eyes.
"That's it? You're not even going to use a weapon?"
"Ah, right! I knew something was missing—" My eyes lit up in sudden realization as I smacked a palm against my forehead. I even glanced around, patting my sides like I'd dropped a pen somewhere. Then I gave a helpless shrug.
