Those sneaky kisses had a way of stirring Liam's most basic desires, but his gears had switched. Now that a fight was inevitable, he focused solely on his opponent, following her retreat with his ears.
Naturally, the guardless sword was what claimed most of Liam's attention. It wasn't his first time facing those weapons, but he had never fought a proper swordsman. He had received some training from the Disciplinary Elder and seen Maxwell, but that would be a novel experience.
The opponent also wasn't someone Liam could underestimate. That dark-blue pair had alerted his sense of danger ever since the auction. He wasn't sure about their minor roots. Their presence alone didn't feel any heavier than his own, but it radiated a certain threat that spoke directly to his instincts.
Liam now knew that the number of minor roots didn't directly translate into that weight. He had seen it with Grace and the higher requirements that the last part of the rooting stage demanded.
