"You're not in a position to dictate and we follow." Layla was the first to speak, her guard on attention. The blue energy sword pointed towards Kyle.
"Is that so? Oh well, you brought this upon yourself." Shrugging, Kyle brought his left palm close to xeblo's face.
The dark flames burning with great intent, craving his skin to shred. Causing the grown man to let out a low shriek, beads of sweat running down his face.
'Damnit! I thought he was bluffing.' Layla silently cursed, watching Kyle still ongoing with his motive.
She'd taken a wild gamble and pulled his stunt as a bluff. To make him loose guard and hesitate in his actions. While she sprang forth as fast as she could, delivering a coordinated strike to Kyle's head.
As a royal space guard, she was usually wary of beasts not individuals. But something dark about Kyle had changed her narrative of the world she thought she knew.
