Afternoon Clash
"..."
Belian analyzed Mika's appearance and movements carefully.
Instead of his usual relaxed expression, the now golden-haired Mika had an indifferent gaze. If one looked closer at his down-looking blue eyes with white cross-like pupils, one would get the feeling that Mika was dwelling in superiority.
Belian slightly lifted his right foot from the ground.
"I can deal with them alone." Mika stated without looking at him and without a change in his emotions.
"Is that so...?" Lisa Vonder, the disciplinary committee's vice-president, muttered with a frown.
Mika and Lisa tensed up their calves and thighs as they prepared to charge.
However, the moment Mika pushed himself from the ground, Lisa was already behind him.
Her body was engulfed with lightning sparks.
"...?"
Mika twisted his neck to her. And as he did, a long and thin cut on his right cheek surfaced.
Both stood still again.
"This is a warning from me."