(Raven's POV)
"I caught you."
I mischievously said to Alec while he's under my right foot and lying flat on the ground.
The weight of my foot pressed against his chest, keeping him pinned.
"...!"
His eyes were wide, they became unfocused for a second, as if his brain was still trying to catch up with what just happened.
And at that moment—
I looked down at him, and just from his face alone, I could already tell— he's shocked and confused.
I noticed his brows twitched, and his lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
Well, I'd be like that too if I were in his position. Imagine working hard on a technique, perfecting it for who knows how long, only for someone to counter it the very first time they ever see it. It's not just a loss— it's a slap in the face.
'Though, the only reason I managed to counter it at all is because I have a skill that's perfect against it... and I already know basically everything about spatial barrage.'
