Zora had no patience for meaningless threats. Numbers meant nothing before the outcome was decided. Moreover, the two instructors were watching from the shadows. There was nothing to fear.
If they wanted to fight, then fight properly.
Reesa instinctively tugged at Zora's sleeve, but when she met her composed expression, her own heart gradually steadied.
The heaviness pressing on Marcus and the others also eased slightly. Zora was right. Since there was no way to reconcile, then... hesitation would only lead to worse consequences.
Nathaniel's expression grew darker. He had hoped to seize an opening and strike Zora by surprise. Instead, she stood there radiating confidence, as though completely unfazed by their numerical advantage.
Did she even understand the situation she was in?
Meanwhile, Julian studied her more carefully now. Last time, she had been an unexpected variable. This time, her bearing was even more composed, even more dangerous.
This woman was far from simple.
