No matter how talented he might be, his current self would not be able to match Bliss due to the huge gap in skill and experience.
Or at least, that was what they thought.
Bliss' eyes narrowed, and she clicked her tongue.
"You think you're doing me a favor?" she asked, her voice tight. "By using that?"
Damien met her gaze evenly, his expression unchanged.
"No," he replied. "I think I'm avoiding being unfair."
That response only made her irritation spike.
"Then you're wrong," she said flatly. "And if you think that thing is going to make this fair, you're in for a surprise."
Damien rolled the pole once in his palm, adjusting his grip, his posture relaxed.
"Suit yourself," he said calmly.
And from the side, Stanley watched everything unfold.
The moment Damien had stepped forward with that ridiculous pole, something had twisted unpleasantly in his chest.
Now, watching him speak with that calm, infuriating confidence, it only grew worse.
