"You're more human than you look!" Ross admired, pushing himself up to his feet.
A stream of blood trickled from his nose—a toll for his suicidal strike—but deep down, he knew this fight was far from over. Every fiber of his being screamed that this was only the beginning.
Swipe!
He wiped the blood with the back of his arm, the metallic taste lingering in his mouth.
"All those assumptions, just because I have a number on my shoulder!"
The 84th Genki floated upward from the cratered ground, his body barely grazed by the explosion. A cruel smirk twisted his face—a predator savoring the fear and chaos around him.
"You like tricks, don't you?" It lifted a hand, flicking its fingers as if conducting an orchestra.
Then,
Like a choir master cueing the first note,
Snap!!
The sound split the air—effortless, yet loud enough to reverberate through the shadows.
