"Well, this is awkward."
Azulus' back was pressed against the surface of a rusted support wall.
Pinned there by the very weapon she carried.
Her oversized katana had been unsheathed and embedded just an inch deep beside her head, its blade humming with residual space-cutting energy that was once felt when it was used to cut through Xenos and floating islands within the Xenorealm.
On the other end, Samael stood close, hand gripping the hilt of the katana. Her arm extended and her body rigid with restrained fury.
Azulus raised both arms slowly, fingers splayed in the air with deliberate calm. Her expression remained impassive, eyes half-lidded and unconcerned.
Samael's gaze was anything but peaceful.
"I've had enough of this charade," Samael hissed. Her smile was slight, but the rage in her voice eclipsed the amusement. "Let's stop pretending, shall we?"
