Two Veylor attackers fell back, groaning, barely saved by the golden boundary.
But while Tina struck, Lyra seized her moment.
She dashed—**jumped—**and landed gracefully in the third column.
And came face-to-face with the Cheeky Brat.
His grin stretched the moment he saw her.
He stood, and with exaggerated flair, bowed deeply.
"Please accept this bow, O warrior goddess," he declared dramatically,
"who tamed the Space Devil himself!"
The crowd roared.
Laughter erupted like a wave crashing over the arena.
Some spectators even fell from their seats, unable to breathe from laughing.
Lyra's cheeks turned pink. She stumbled back, stunned by the audacity.
The Cheeky Brat sat down, legs folded respectfully like a student before a master.
Looking up innocently, he asked,
"Can you teach Miss Duskthorn the ways... to tame the untamable?"
Lyra's face flushed scarlet.
"Ahem! Y-You're not a girl," she stammered.
The boy tilted his head like a confused student.
