Garrika's arms were still wrapped tight around him, her wolf ears flicking happily as she refused to let go. Trafalgar sighed, placing a firm hand against her shoulder.
"Garrika," he said flatly, "that's enough."
With a controlled push, he pried her off. She stumbled back a step, blinking in surprise. For someone like her—a lycan with raw strength far beyond humans—it should have been impossible for him to move her unless she allowed it. Yet the effort in his grip hadn't been casual.
A grin spread across her face. "You've gotten stronger, Trafalgar. Don't tell me you finally advanced your core?"
He adjusted his bracer and gave a short nod. "I have. I'm at Pulse now."
Garrika barked a laugh, hands on her hips. "Heh. Still weaker than me, though."
"Whatever makes you happy," Trafalgar replied dryly. "If that entertains you, then keep thinking it."
