And just like that, Linh found himself back on the third floor. A dry, mocking laugh escaped him. "So it wasn't my imagination, after all."
His aura flared at his feet as he leapt upward, returning to the floor that had sent him plummeting six stories below. This time, he kept his distance, studying the so-called Grade 14 puppet more carefully. Recognition dawned, and a smirk crept across his face.
"So it really was you," he said, amused. Then his voice rang out, sharp and accusing. "Hey, kid—why didn't you say anything if you knew you were the one there?"
Znoh raised his head to meet the man's face. How silly. Just to confirm it, he had used the same move three times.
A bulge surfaced on Znoh's temple. He had been enjoying his day before some nuisance decided it wasn't his portion. And now he was being asked why he hadn't said anything?
Say what—when he was the one attacked out of nowhere?
