Not So Friendly Spar

Alex froze for a second, wondering if she was being serious, before bursting into laughter.

"I take it you have very little mana-sensing capabilities. Ahahahaha! Oh boy!"

The woman looked at him; her gaze hardening.

"You think that changes anything?" she asked, her tone flat.

Alex became serious again, feeling a shiver from the intensity of her glare.

"I think that physical aptitude can determine the outcome of a fight, yes. When the gap between the opponents is big enough, no amount of talent can compensate for it."

She looked at him and grinned.

"Care to take a bet on that?"

Her confidence was almost a telltale sign, as far as Alex was concerned, of how much she believed in her talent. But would it be enough to make him flinch?

Never.

"Sure. What do you want to bet on?" Alex bit.