"I wouldn't make you run track alone at night. I'd make sure you got a proper... workout... indoors."
For a split second, the sheer audacity of my statement hung in the cool night air.
Then, Lena snapped.
She didn't cast a spell. She didn't shout. As a trained Royal Knight, her reaction was purely physical, explosive, and deadly fast.
She lunged at me.
Whoosh.
My [Agility] and [Calculation] allowed me to track her movement, but her raw speed was incredible. Before I could fully step back, her hands shot out, grabbing the lapels of my uniform jacket with a grip like iron.
Using her momentum, she shoved me backward.
Thud.
My back hit the heavy wooden fencing that bordered the track. Lena stepped into my guard, pinning me against the wood.
"You filthy, arrogant bastard," she snarled, her face inches from mine. Her breath was hot, smelling of mint and exertion. "I will tear your tongue out and feed it to you."
