Sylva's grip tightened around the hilt of her sword as she stared at him, disbelief etched across her face.
"Do you… not feel the pain?" she demanded, voice wavering between outrage and confusion. "And wait did you just call me baby girl?"
The sheer nerve of him left her momentarily at a loss. She had struck with one of her strongest techniques her rainbow sword, forged entirely from elemental energy, capable of piercing even the armored hide of an eighth-ranked beast and he had stopped it. With one hand. Bare.
Not to say forty thousand times the pain sensitivity. With even the slightest scratch, most people would collapse screaming. Many would black out instantly. The pain from this kind of deep wound should have dropped him to the ground, writhing or unconscious.
Yet here he was.
And now, instead of grimacing in agony or showing any sign of weakness, he was smiling at her. A cocky grin stretched across his face as though he were enjoying himself.
