Aina adjusted quickly. Her battle sense had always been beyond Leonel's. What Leonel had to deduce and calculate, she did as naturally as breathing, her instincts and reflexes existing on a plane all to her own.
Facing the oppressive leg kicks of the Rapax, her movements were as calming as a spring's wind and as lithe as a ball of cotton.
Leonel observed without a word, his mind entering a different sort of state. Now that he was out of his raging battle mode, he began to think about things in a new light. It was quite interesting, of all the battle styles the Rapax could have with its powerful body, their race seemed to have chosen to become a group of kicking experts.
One would never expect such a thing from their poor overall posture. But, at the same time, Leonel had to admit that it suited them quite well.
