Freya eased her stance as she took off her gray pilot jacket, and tossed it off to the side. That left her in her black pressure suit, which contrasted Lucifer in hir white one.
She rolled her shoulders, then her neck, and then slowly got back into stance.
As the two inched towards each other, Miko floated up just a bit higher. She wanted a better view of the fight, and her height wasn’t doing her any favors. Although she didn’t have the sensitivity to bodily energy like Freya and Kali, she could still feel it rising in general.
It began to hang thick and heavy in the air, and was a feeling she was relatively familiar with. She always felt it whenever Freya prepped to go all out.
“I’m placing a 250,000 credit bet on Freya,” she said. “Or krohn if you prefer.”
Eris perked her head at the girl. She certainly didn’t expect her to be the type to gamble.
“I’ll take the krohn,” she replied. “It’s much more valuable.”