Alice remained motionless on the golem's hand, looking at Shura as if she were facing an awkward choice, not an enemy. The corridor around them was partially destroyed, blocks of stone still slowly crumbling after the previous impact, but that didn't seem to affect her. Her eyes were fixed on him, assessing, pondering, like someone still deciding whether it was worth spending time there.
"I really don't want to fight," she said, her voice low, without provocation, without fear. It was simply a fact.
Shura, a few meters away, tilted his head slightly, as if he had just heard something curious.
"But I want to," he replied, simply, directly.
There was no hostility in his tone. Only intention.
Alice let out a small sigh, almost inaudible, and looked away for a second, as if she were tired before she even began.
"This is a waste of time…" she murmured.
Shura took a step forward.
And that was enough. Alice raised her hand.
