With her usual rigid, authoritative tone, Clotilde assigns the training pairs—Gerard with me, Angelica with Dorje.
She positions us face to face, while ordering Priscilla, Sasha, and Daphne to remain at the edge of the arena so their presence doesn't become a distraction.
Though honestly, she mostly meant Sasha.
That scandalously short red dress of hers, covering far less than it should, is almost impossible to ignore… at least for me.
«Now, release your energy!» commands Clotilde.
We obey. Instantly, the blue aura of Vis—and in my case, the purple Visanguis—wraps around our bodies, each in its own way.
As I already noticed in my fight—or rather, my one-sided massacre—against Angelica, she handles that energy with incredible precision, like a second skin: uniform, controlled, with almost no ripples on the surface.
Dorje's energy is similar, though not as refined as Angelica's.
Gerard and I, on the other hand… better not to mention it.
