Beneath Liss’s villa, the air shifted, thick with the hum of raw power.
The underground training room, a Class-S combat simulator built for elite superheroes, glowed with combat-grade lighting, its dim, steely tones casting stark shadows across reinforced steel walls that glead faintly.
The pressure-adaptive flooring flexed underfoot, AI-synced impact sensors humd softly, and a damage-neutral field generator encased the arena in a buzzing do of controlled danger, its faint shimr a promise of brutal precision.
Liss stood in the center, rolling her neck, her black compression suit hugging her athletic fra, segnted silver lines pulsing with neural feedback data, her blonde bun tight, her blue eyes sharp with focus.
Across from her, Rhea bounced on her heels, flas licking the air above her shoulders, her crimson hair loose, her amber eyes blazing with restless energy.
Freya stood off to the side, arms crossed over her chest, her platinum-cyan hair catching the light, her blue eyes cool and watchful, her fitted suit emphasizing her composed strength.
"Alright," Liss said, her voice firm, her blue eyes locking onto Rhea, then Freya. "Ten rounds. Class-B powers only. Not because of the ceiling, but because I don’t feel like dragging your burned-out bodies to the d pod."
Rhea snorted, her amber eyes glinting, flas flickering higher. "Aww, worried you might break a nail?"
Freya smirked faintly, her blue eyes narrowing. "I think she’s worried you might break a rib. Again."
"You two talk too much," Liss said, stepping into a fighting stance, her body coiled, ready. "Let’s go."
They moved, a synchronized explosion of motion, no words needed.
Freya and Rhea launched in a pincer maneuver, a seamless blend of fire and frost.
Rhea surged from the left, her fists coated in a thin sheen of fla, the air sizzling as she swung a blazing punch.
Freya danced in from the right, mist trailing from her fingertips, her movents fluid as she aid for Liss’s pressure points with surgical precision, her blue eyes sharp.
Liss ducked under Rhea’s punch, her body a blur as she spun, catching Freya’s incoming leg with both arms.
She twisted, slamming Freya onto the mat with a heavy thud, the floor absorbing the impact.
Rhea’s sweeping kick ca next, flas trailing, but Liss blocked it with her forearm, the heat searing the air.
She pivoted, landing a hard elbow to Rhea’s ribs, sending the redhead stumbling back with a grunt.
Rhea growled, her amber eyes flashing. "Did she just toss you like a rag doll?"
Freya flipped to her feet, her movents graceful, her blue eyes steady. "She is stronger than she looks."
Liss smirked, her blue eyes glinting. "Try harder."
Rhea didn’t need the taunt, her flas surging brighter, licking up her arms with low-grade heat, her skin glistening with sweat.
She charged, a fiery blur, while Freya flanked her, slower now, her blue eyes analyzing Liss’s every move.
They coordinated, Rhea’s fla arcs forcing Liss into dodges, each blast a roaring crescent that scorched the air, while Freya intercepted with sudden, ice-tipped jabs, her mist coiling like a blade.
Liss read their movents like an open book, her body weaving through the onslaught, her suit’s silver lines pulsing with data.
She parried Rhea’s flaming fist, her gauntlet absorbing the heat, and swept Rhea’s legs, sending her crashing sideways with a yelp, the mat quaking.
Freya’s ice jab aid for Liss’s stomach, but Liss blocked, twisted, and landed a palm-strike to Freya’s chest, sending her skidding across the mat with a sharp gasp, her platinum-cyan hair flying.
They kept coming, relentless.
Rhea’s flas grew hotter, sizzling with intensity, her amber eyes burning with defiance, her sweat-soaked skin gleaming.
Freya’s attacks sharpened, her blue eyes focused, her frost strikes faster, more aggressive, no longer holding back.
Liss caught a blast of fla with her gauntlet, the heat searing her senses, and ducked under a near-invisible ice blade aid for her neck, the air hissing.
She spun, backhanding Rhea away, the force knocking the redhead back, and used the montum to shoulder Freya, sending her stumbling.
"Two-on-one," Liss muttered, her voice calm but sharp. "You’d think you’d be better at this."
Rhea snarled, her amber eyes blazing.
"Co here!" She charged, rolling low, her flaming uppercut roaring upward, the air crackling with heat.
Liss caught her wrist mid-strike, twisting it with a fluid motion, and kicked Rhea’s knee sideways, dropping her to the mat with a grunt, careful not to injure.
Freya’s sweeping arc of frost followed, a shimring wave, but Liss grabbed her arm, using her weight to drag Freya down beside her sister, the mat shaking under the impact.
Liss pinned them, straddling Rhea’s back, her knee firm, holding her down, while pinning Freya’s arm with her other hand, her breathing steady, controlled.
Rhea and Freya panted, their bodies slick with sweat, their eyes defiant but exhausted.
"Lesson ti," Liss said, her voice calm, firm, her blue eyes sharp. "Rhea, you’re too emotional. You ramp up without pacing. I could see your swings coming from a mile away. Freya, you’re better, but you let Rhea dictate your timing. You adapt too much."
Neither responded, just groaned, their breaths heavy, their bodies slumped against the mat.
Liss stood, offering each a hand, her suit’s silver lines pulsing faintly.
They took it, pulling themselves up, their movents slow, weary.
Rhea muttered, wiping sweat from her brow, her amber eyes glinting. "Damn, you’re a monster."
Freya gave a small nod, her blue eyes steady, her platinum-cyan hair sticking to her face. "She’s not wrong."
They limped to the bench along the room’s edge, the do’s buzz fading as they collapsed.
Rhea chugged water, her crimson hair damp, while Freya leaned back, letting cold radiate from her skin, her blue eyes closing briefly.
After a mont, Rhea spoke, her grin returning, her amber eyes sparkling. "So, Tila upstairs... how long before she cracks?"
Freya arched an eyebrow, her blue eyes amused. "I’d give it a day and an hour, max."
Liss chuckled, her blue eyes glinting as she leaned against the wall, her blonde bun loose. "Depends on Kael. If he keeps pressing the right buttons, she might break faster."
Rhea shook her head, her grin widening. "She’s already halfway there. That tail... gods. Is he trying to dosticate her or what?"
Freya’s lips twitched, her blue eyes gleaming. "He has a way of peeling people open."
Liss nodded, her expression serious now, her voice low. "But the question isn’t whether she cracks. It’s whether she breaks through."
Silence lingered, heavy with aning, their eyes eting briefly.
They weren’t just talking about Tila anymore, and each of them knew it, the weight of their shared loyalty to Kael, the looming threat, and their own transformations hanging in the air.
And one more thing all of them had in mind.
’He is a fucking Pervert.
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