" unfortunately you are not my type." Said Neveah
" Not your type? Hahaha... You really piss me off." Said Blanche
" What's with this woman and her extreme shifts in mood. Is she bipolar." Thought Neveah as he twisted his hands as if he was turning an invisible knob and the three other people heads and chest were crushed into paste. This didn't even faze Blanche and moments later Neveah understood why... The seemingly crushed to death individuals rose unscathed from the ground.
Neveah then looked at Blanche who tilted her head then smiled, " do you think I'm going to explain?"
Neveah nodded.
" Do you that I'm some third rate arrogant thug? Why would I tell you my secrets? Girls get him... As long as he is alive you can go crazy." Said Blanche
" So that boy was a she?" Thought Neveah as he dodged a kick from one of the girls.