One of the razor-sharp blades violently scraped the very edge of her pristine coat, sizzling a long, smoking gash into the white fabric. Entirely too close.
She landed perfectly three meters away—her body angled defensively, her expression totally unreadable.
"Hostile intent fully confirmed," Sugar murmured, adjusting her glove.
The big one, Ytrisia, slammed her heavy fist directly into the floor, sending a massive burst of pressure outward. A brutal shockwave that cracked the solid base of the cabin and sent heavy debris flying everywhere. Eventide frantically tried to phase her body, but caught part of the heavy blast—her bare shoulder slammed painfully into a glass window.
"Son of a—!"
The thick safety glass spiderwebbed entirely behind her back.
She flipped back up onto her feet, growling, her skirt riding dangerously high.
"No polite introductions, no fun trash talk, just straight violence? So boring."
