"I win again," Mykel said as he caught his breath with blood covering half of his face and stared down at Zherthlsh who was laying down below him.
"You weren't this strong back there! How?!" Zherthlsh asked as she tried to free herself.
"What do you think? Am I strong enough to defeat your father, Zherthlsh?" Mykel asked back with his eyebrow raised.
Zherthlsh chuckled quietly and startled laughing. "You? Against my father? Your existence will disappear the moment you set foot in the same room as him," she said and suddenly turned herself into black smoke then reappeared behind Mykel.
"Is that so? I think you're lying," Mykel replied while he put his shirt and blazer on. "You and Azazel are equal in terms of power. The only difference is you're lacking in experience," he continued as he stared at Zherthlsh who had been showing her back at him.
"Who said that?" Zherthlsh looked back and glared at Mykel with suspicion.
