CRACKLE!!!
Gray sidestepped left, the streak passing close enough that the displaced air hit his coat, and looked at where it had come from.
Lyra stood fifteen meters away.
Her sword was drawn, and her lightning affinity was running at a level he hadn't seen her use in casual sparring, the current visible along her blade in thick, restless lines.
Her expression was not her usual warm expression.
It was the other one.
"Why?"
She stared at him with angry eyes, her fist clenched tightly around her sword.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Gray raised his rapier.
She moved.
CRACK!!!
The first strike came diagonal, high to low, her speed immediately apparent, the lightning along her blade amplifying the force of the swing.
Gray caught it on the flat of his rapier and directed it sideways, the force passing to his left, his feet not moving.
"Tell you what specifically."
"YOU KNOW WHAT!!!"
