The next day, Owen brought food to the Omegina as usual and discovered the Omegina was unusually well-behaved; even after eating, he didn't attack.
Has he thought it through?
Although Owen didn't understand, he waited a while longer, his heart full of vigilance.
When Owen turned to walk out of the cave, a gust of fist wind attacked his back.
This was exactly as expected; it turned out he was waiting for him here.
He lightly dodged, starting the battle for that day. The Omegina's moves were very fluid; once he probed Owen's weakness, he would pursue victory, sometimes striking unconventionally and extremely trickily.
But today, Owen didn't want to spend much time playing with the Omegina. The wounds on his body were getting serious; he had to rest for a few days to recover.
As before, he looked for an opportunity to suppress the Omegina and demand some sweetness.
Rowan was pinned to the ground by him; Owen's entire body was like a large boulder pressing on him, very heavy.
