When it comes to ice-cold women, Varis gets a little antsy. She was surprisingly calm, considering she had just seen how potent Varis's sinclair was.
Before Akiko had started counting, Varis was in a fighting stance, ready anytime. Every second passed, his adrenaline surged, raising his core temperature.
Varis felt it in his body every time he battled a superior foe. His passion, his body like on fire. The spark of desire that brings a grin to Varis' face. "C'mon, Miss Akiko, make your move. I can not wait to spar with you."
Then, with a count of "three," Akiko pulled her katana and vanished into the sweltering air.
With her katana shoved into its sheath, he suddenly materialised behind Varis.
It was all a blur to Varis. It's all happening so quickly. When the katana being sheath muffled the knit tone, Varis felt as if he had been struck with bamboo ten times in the stomach, chest, arms, and thighs.
