Gaya vs Rin I

Michael and Gaya turned to face her, their expressions hardening, their bodies coiling with tension. Rin was perched on the branch, her crimson armor, which seemed forged from crystallized blood, gleaming in the dappled sunlight filtering through the new leaves. Her twin daggers, sheathed at her waist, pulsed with a faint, ominous red light. And her eyes, those unsettlingly piercing white eyes, were fixed on Gaya, specifically on the Agni-King clutched in her hand.

"That bow isn't yours, Rin," Michael stated, his voice low and dangerous. He began to pop his knuckles, one by one, the sharp cracks echoing through the sudden stillness of the forest. He was beyond pissed. Royally and incandescently pissed. He'd tolerated Rin's manipulative games for far too long. She had hurt Lailah, threatened Harry, and killed Tiberius. And now she wanted to steal the Agni-King after they'd risked everything to obtain it? He was going to relish breaking her.