Julian returned to the grassy fields. The wind blew intensely. Cerat had also arrived, too.
"Tou! You... why didn't you tell me that we wouldn't be able to hear your thoughts later on?" Cerat whined, gripping Tou's collar.
"You had my memories from the get-go. I don't know why you didn't use them before."
"That's because I didn't anticipate this!" Cerat yelled.
"I figured it out."
"Go ahead then."
"You-"
Cerat jumped onto Julian. "No way I'm letting you get his body!"
"Get off me, Rat!" Julian struggled, trying to get Cerat off him. Cerat was a lot bigger than Julian, though.
All of a sudden, an idea popped into Julian's head. "You guys can fight for possession over my body. That'll be fun to watch."
Immediately, Cerat through a barrage of punches at Julian. Julian could only raise his arms, hoping to block some of them.
But Cerat's movement was... oddly repetitive.
After taking a few hits, Julian was able to analyze his movement, slipping and weaving through it. Kind of like a video game.
Even with the slight change-ups, those were fairly noticeable, too.
— Damn it... I have to find out how to get him off me.
Julian landed an uppercut. It was weak due to his physique, but it definitely stunned Cerat. With this, he pushed him off, regaining his guard.
Cerat rubbed his chin and cracked his neck.
"You bitch..."
"You're getting mad because I hit you back?!" Julian quickly responded, in a shaky voice.
Cerat ran at Julian again. He was fast. His physicality was almost outmatched. But there was something that Julian noticed.
— He's... not very good at hand-to-hand combat.
Cerat had the strength and the speed. But not the skill. It makes sense, though.
Cerat is a dragon. In a dragon body, you aren't expected to fight with your hands.
In fact, the whole human body thing should be pretty shaky to him. It was easy in Tou's body due to muscle memory.
But now that the muscle memory is gone, it's a lot harder. Julian knew this.
Julian swept Cerat's leg, sending him to the ground.
"Ack!-"
"Take this!-"
Julian stomped on Cerat. This was a blunder, as Cerat caught Julian's foot with ease.
"Grass makes me itchy, bastard!"
Cerat stood up, still having a hold of his leg.
Julian used his open leg to strike his chin. Cerat's grip loosened, and the two of them fell onto the ground.
Quickly, he got up. Both of them.
Again, Julian's guard rose.