Kapitel 163: Fighting Ayame

"You would go that far to properly show me who's boss, huh?" I ask in a low and threatening voice as I take a step closer. 

Her smirk only widens, and I can see the challenge in her eyes - those deep, crystal-blue pools that seem to sparkle with amusement. "You would even risk your own life for this?" My gaze flicks down to the saber in my hand, the edge gleaming dangerously in the light.

"Oh, please." she scoffs, brushing off my concern with an arrogant wave of her hand. "My life isn't going to be at risk at all."

"Dress up into your armor, Ayame." I command in a firm, demanding tone.

She doesn't budge.

Instead, she takes a slow, deliberate step forward with her bare feet barely making a sound on the floor, and only stops when we are so close to each other that our chests are meshing together. Ayame then arches her neck to look up at me with a defiant, confident smile.

She issues her challenge. "Make me, Quinlan."