"Augh."
Seeing how, even against this kind of injury, she hadn't let out a pained scream but merely a stifled moan, and then continued fighting with just one arm, as if nothing had changed, as if everything was normal.
And noticing, how there was no sign of frustration at how her opportunity had turned into a disadvantage for her, no hint of weakness in her expression, Christian truly felt the gap between the supposedly professional assassin in front of him and one that was not. More than that, he couldn't help but feel really impressed.
Still, that didn't break his focus as he pressed on with his attacks.
And with only one arm to fight with, it was clear that the assassin was struggling to keep up. Her movements, once sharp and precise, now faltered ever so slightly as she adjusted to the new disadvantage.
The balance of the battle had finally tipped entirely in Christian's favor, with her growing weaker with each exchange.
