The Beastkin
"Anyway…" Valeria said, attempting to steer the conversation back to something less aggravating. She turned her gaze toward the contestants in the arena, her voice carrying an edge of formality as she nodded toward the fighters below. "What do you think about these guys?"
Lucavion's smirk softened into something more thoughtful as he followed her gaze. Over the past few weeks, watching the matches together had become an unexpected ritual, one that Valeria found herself looking forward to more than she'd anticipated.
Despite his infuriating personality, Lucavion had a unique way of seeing through each fighter's technique, breaking down their flaws and strengths with a precision that was almost surgical.
And for someone like Valeria, who valued skill and discipline above all else, his insights were strangely compelling.