"Are you done catching breath?" Arthur asked as he scratched his claws on his massive head.
"The kid is starting to get into my nerves," C1 swayed with a series of provocations.
Arthur looked calm, instilled anger in C1. He wanted to appear intimidated. Had prepared himself as much as he could. However, when he faced the enemy, he was getting all sweaty and nervous.
"I don't know how confident my big sister is with this plan." He blinked nervously before shaking his head. "No, I can do this. I've learned a few tricks from my brother Demien." He lightly slapped both of his cheeks.
"What are you mumbling about, boy?" C1 seemed ready to start again.
A certain amount of tension rose around them in the midst of a cold environment. The hunger for blood and the taste of the victory circled inside his head. The fixed goal was a must in order to maintain the peak condition. And this amount was just about right to him.