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"would you like a chance to test out your skills?"
that question alone made you want to leave the gala even more desperately. your face turned pale, you didn't want to accept. but who in their right mind would say no to a mafia leader.
your eyes scanned around for childe but he was nowhere to be seen. did dottore take him elsewhere?
eventually, you glanced back at the tsaritsa, who waited for your reply in anticipation. after taking in a deep breath, your eyes shifted to the black headed lady standing in front of you.
"well? what do you say?" the tsaritsa urged you to answer. you shot the lady a weary look.
she allowed a brief moment of silence to pass before speaking again. "go ahead, mila." the tsaritsa gestured her hand towards the black headed lady, who then began running your way.
your eyes widened as the lady tried striking you with bare hands. you immediately brought your arms together and blocked her attack, wincing in pain by the sudden impact.
she jumped back, getting ready to attack again. now, you flashed the tsaritsa a rather irked look, to which she grinned maliciously at.
"i don't want to fight here," you finally refused, but it was to no avail as the tsaritsa didn't seem to care. "don't hold back just because this is a gala. you're free to use your vision as well."
that didn't soothe your worries. the main reason you didn't want to fight was because you weren't confident enough with your skills.
though it didn't seem like you had much of a choice than to comply. in defeat, you adjusted your posture to get ready to fight.
your opponent watched you attentively, looking for an opening. and once the opening was found, she steadily approached you again.
you got your vision ready. maybe i can end this quickly if i defeat her in one shot.
but unfortunately, this ordeal wasn't so simple. neither of you had any weapons so using your vision like this would be difficult.
however, as if she had just read your thoughts, the tsaritsa suddenly ordered a member to throw you a polearm. which for some reason they brought to a gala. perhaps she was planning this from the start.
you furrowed your eyebrows as you caught the polearm. you didn't want to hurt her. how were you supposed to prevent that now?
you activated your vision as mila tried striking your arm, dodging it then flinging the polearm towards her to which she right away dodged.
