Synthetic Terror, Pt 7
"That's unit leader to you," she snapped back.
Eva's electrolance was getting torn to shreds bit by bit by Darius' relentless attack. Its tip was basically gone, and much of its smooth metallic shaft was shredded down to its electrical skeleton.
The exposed generator underneath flickered chaotically, and small arcs of electricity leapt out of it and into the air. Eva felt its charge slowly dwindling.
"Why're you even after me?" she continued. "What do you care?"
"Why?" he sneered, "'Coz you're the big fish! All the cadets revere you!"
Eva scoffed at him. Being stronger or faster didn't mean his victory was assured.
Grizz' arrogance was a symptom of his own self-inflicted mental trauma. He had known, deep down, that he was the opposite.
Darius on the other hand had actually believed he was superior. His trauma was inflicted on him by someone else. It was something that was drilled into his very core.