As the girl drove in her dagger—it hung a mere breath away from the boy's skin, yet his face remained as dull and indifferent as stone.
Her confidence wavered mid-strike, a tremor of doubt rippling through her arm. But alas, the blade connected. At least she thought so.
Until the ground suddenly shifted beneath her feet, and she found herself slashing at empty air.
The boy stood far across from her, untouched. The arena had stretched like taffy, carrying her away from the lifeless figure.
Northern, who had been scratching his head after his last sentence, froze and leaned forward with eyes wide as dinner plates. Pure excitement coursed through him as he slammed his hands against the edges of the demarcation, gripping the concrete so tightly it groaned beneath his weakened strength.
'What in the world?! The ground expanded?!'
He'd never seen anything like it.
