Victor began to laugh even before Emma reached her position.
It wasn't an arrogant laugh.
Nor a cruel laugh.
It was worse.
It seemed genuinely amused.
Like someone who had just found an absurdly funny situation at the worst possible moment.
The destroyed clearing still trembled from the effects of the impact that had crushed the territorial chief. Fragments of stone continued to fall from destroyed trees while dust and smoke slowly rose into the sky. In the center of that destruction, Victor remained with his hands in his pockets as he watched Emma advance towards him with an expression that promised immediate homicide.
She really seemed to want to kill him.
Which was understandable.
Victor had just stolen a hundred points after letting them do practically all the work.
Emma crossed dozens of meters in an instant.
The winds around her exploded into a storm of compressed blades capable of cutting steel.
Victor watched it approach.
Then he smiled.
