Steam curled and drifted above the scorched, wet arena floor like breath exhaled from the jaws of a sleeping beast.
Iris stood in the middle of the vapor, chest heaving, drenched in sweat and streaks of blood.
After helping Selene up, they stood there in the arena for a brief moment.
The blue light of Ki on Iri's skin began to fade as her Dragon Form receded—scales dissolving into skin, her hair falling wet around her face once more.
But her eyes… her eyes still held that gleam of commitment
Focus.
And sheer fu*king Will!
She once killed three men in a bar with a pen–
Cough.
Selene stood a few feet away, her chest rising and falling fast, her arms sore from being bound by the coiling threads of water from [Whipping Waves].
The crowd didn't erupt like a multitude of fans at a game.
No, the silence stretched first.
Heavy. Impressed.
Even Rudra and Agni Igris were silent.
