'Yo, Jon.' Freya waved her hand before taking a quick glance towards Jon, 'Did you cause all of this?'
'Kinda.' Jon smiled, as Freya's body became enveloped by the white strands that originated from her back, 'Sure is easier to dump the responsibilities onto a single person, right?'
'You have no idea.' Freya smiled, leaping off the ground before she created a set of blades in the air. With her hands stretching to the side, she slashed diagonally across Jon's body when he dashed backwards, tapping the table with his foot.
'You up to talk?' Jon asked, avoiding the follow-up slashes from Freya before raising a finger and shooting a mini-version of Flick of the Quasar, which Freya tanked without any problem.
'Not really.'
'Too scared?'
'Too busy.'
