In a dimly lit room, both Petne and Ashura stood staring at each other. Ashura could feel the burning curiosity in his beautiful eyes. Folding her arms under her chest, she shot him an arrogant smile, provoking him slightly.
"You arrogant disciple of mine, haha!" Petne teased, flicking her forehead. Ashura flinched, not because it hurt, but from the sheer audacity. She was annoyed rather than in pain.
"Hmph!" She stomped on his foot with all her strength.
"Ouch!" Petne jumped in surprise. The small action did sting a little. After all, Ashura wasn't just any ordinary being. Hidden under her small, teen-like body was monstrous physical strength that could almost rival his own, if he didn't use his dragon abilities. She was an Ashura, a royal one at that.