Rhian noticed she was quiet, eyes sharp but calm now. She wasn't breathing as heavily anymore, just standing there with her arms loose at her sides.
They could probably go another round. He had the energy. So did she. But he didn't feel like it.
Not because he was tired—but because the weight in his chest had finally started to lift.
He realized he'd actually enjoyed that fight.
More than that, he learned something from it.
His biggest flaw wasn't power. It was experience. His new passive helped—he could feel his body adjusting to situations quicker—but he still had a long way to go.
He glanced at her and spoke up. "I noticed you didn't use your other ability."
She tilted her head. "Mmh?"
"The one you used on the wolf. You didn't activate it."
Nia gave a short nod, her lips curling into a small smirk. "Yeah. That's not really something I use in a spar. It's a bit... much."
He raised a brow. "Because you'd lose control?"
