Liam took a moment to size up Charlotte, eyes narrowing as he studied her stance. She stood casually, her wooden claws resting at her sides, yet there was something about the way she carried herself—relaxed but ready to spring at a moment's notice. Her grin was teasing, but her gaze held a sharpness that made him wary.
'She's fast. Maxwell warned me about that. If she's fast, maybe she has a lightning affinity. But… claws? That's unconventional. Nobody else here is using them. Am I missing something?'
"Ready, Bae?" Charlotte purred, her voice playful. She flexed her clawed gauntlets, the wooden tips catching the sunlight as she slowly crouched into a low stance.
Liam twirled his daggers, setting his feet firmly. "Whenever you are."