Killian handed Evelyn another healing strip since one wasn't enough. He noticed her hand trembling inside her gauntlets.
"You fought well, by the way. Your wind control and pressure had grown so much since I remembered."
"Thanks."
Her reply was genuine but still very much flat.
Killian sighed, nodding to himself. He remembered the first time he had experienced the cheery Evelyn being really cold after her matches back at school.
All his other classmates always wondered why she was pissed even when she won.
They later understood it was an aftermath of her focus and 'bloodlust' so they gave it a name. Evelyn Constantine, and joked about it being her full form.
"Your hand is trembling though." Killian pointed out. "Do you need to see a doctor for that?"
She turned to him, and slowly raised her hand to her line of vision. She clenched her fists. "I didn't get to punch him enough. Do you think that's why?"
