A punch came flying like a meteor. Darian moved with agility and dodged cleanly. Right after, the Dragoness kept charging at him nonstop, throwing fists, kicks, everything she had in a head-on assault.
But... Darian dodged it all, like it was nothing.
That's because all it took was a glance at her — then, instinctively, from the tiniest changes in her eyes and body, he could already tell where the next strike would come from.
Darian had long become experienced in combat. When fighting ordinary people, those with black karma but nothing too extreme, he only relied on 50% of his senses to dodge. The rest came from his skill, honed over time. After countless fights, he could even handle someone with no karma at all. Of course, it wasn't flawless, but still...
'It's a perfect replica of Niara,' he thought, startled, as he backed away.
After several exchanges, the two of them broke apart. The Dragoness didn't charge again — she just stood there, staring at him seriously.
