Scarlet didn't begin by explaining posture, breathing, or any of those basics that usually come before someone even touches a weapon. She stood still for a few seconds, observing Victor with a more analytical gaze than usual, as if assessing not how much he already knew, but how much he was willing to give up.
The courtyard was silent at that moment, the ground still marked by previous training sessions, and some surrounding trees serving as unwitting witnesses to what had been happening there in recent days.
Victor still carried the constant weight of increased gravity on his body, but he no longer showed the same discomfort as before, which only made the situation stranger to observe for anyone unaccustomed to it.
"I don't fight like Serafall, and I don't fight like Carmilla either," Scarlet began, finally, bluntly, keeping her arms crossed while tilting her head slightly.
