Ill-Concealed

Leonel didn't look at anyone else, an ill intent blazing in his eyes as he looked toward Treanna. 

By this point, Treanna had recovered, only to realize that her neck was already under the control of a junior. First she felt shocked, then humiliated, before a towering fury erupted forth from her in a torrent. 

She didn't seem to care that Leonel had control of her neck. As though she would rather die than not dare to struggle, her Force rose like a tempest, a violent pressure blasting against Leonel's body. 

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The sounds of Treanna's Force rebounding against Leonel's body sounded no different from metal clashing with metal and he was even forced to slide back a measure. At the same time, the grip he had had on Treanna's throat was forced open, causing his eyes to narrow.