Champion stared at the little white kid in front of her. She had met many people in her life who she couldn't understand, but… Riley was not actually one of them.
She understood him clearly. After all, he was right—they were the same.
What she couldn't process, however, was how similar they actually were when she was younger. It was like she was looking at herself.
"Are you thinking how similar you are to me, Champion?"
And considering he was reading her like a book, he knew it too.
"Yes. But only when I was younger, Boss," Champion answered, sighing while shaking her head as she took a step back. "Reckless, thoughtless, rash, and blunt. I truly would suggest not going through with our fight—you are more powerful than me by a very wide gap, but you are physically stronger."
"I am going to use my abilities, Champion," Riley tilted his head. "It would not make sense for me not to do so."
"Oh."
