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"If this is training for a modeling agency… then you wouldn't be here." Lyca countered. The sweet smile plastered on her face was the exact opposite of the sharp words that she just utter. "Or did you think you were tall enough for a male model?" She smirked. Almost immediately the man's face change, his eyes squinted before he suddenly walked out of the line and approach Lyca. "Hmmm. Impetuous. Rash without even thinking if the enemy could kill them in one attack."

Her words stopped the man in his tracks. He stood about five feet away from Lyca, glaring at her, hesitating. The thick silence hung in the air as everyone stared at Lyca, realization swirling in their orbs. Everyone was aware that someone just attacked most of the people in the agency earlier. Of course, those people were still in the infirmary right now.