"So," she said with a playful smirk, the faintest edge of mockery in her tone. "All cleared up? Ready for the real fun now?"
Linsley didn't respond immediately, his gaze unwavering.
After a moment of tense silence, he spoke, his voice firm and direct. "I don't fight nobodies. What's your name?"
Her head tilted slightly, as if she were caught off guard by the question.
Then, with a smile that was equal parts mischief and intrigue, she said, "You can call me Aurielle. It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"
"Aurielle," he repeated, his tone cold and measured, locking the name in his memory. "Then you'll know who bested you. I'm Linsley Sinclair."
Her grin widened, a flicker of delight crossing her features. "Linsley. A name worth remembering."
She lowered her hands to her sides, her posture relaxed despite the palpable tension in the air. "Well then, let's see if you live up to it."
Without hesitation, the battle began.
