"Man thing… you have 0.1 seconds to remove your hands off me."
Michelle said in cold but casual tone.
"Wait, wh….
Zane rumbled, his voice heavy with misplaced confusion. The air crackled with unspoken tension. Alucard, ever observant, bristled, obsidian fangs glinting like deadly shards in the orange light.
Then, the world went in hues of red.
Faster than anyone can register.
A blur of vivid crimson – not the innocent, blue-haired child that Zane had initially assumed, but Michelle – suddenly appeared before him with inhuman speed. His movements were like lightning, swift and sharp. A searing pain shot through Zane's jaw as he felt the impact of his powerful kick against his face. The metallic tang of blood mixed with the rich aroma of expensive black shoe polish filled his nostrils, overwhelming his senses.
