I placed a hand on my chin, my other hand tugging on my thick clothing, "So... we have like, five or six months left?"
"It's more than enough, in my opinion," Anna scoffed. "You have a plan, right?"
Yikes... "In a sense... I still want us to have a planning session later tonight."
I winced as I watched Lise getting bodied by Grigori in the background. While my sister was infinitely faster than the man, she shared the same weakness as me in the fact that she lacked any sort of stopping power to even try and breach his defenses. His shouts of advice in the distance sounded positively amused while my sister's visage looked like she was about to burst a vein from the indignation of being unable to even land a hit.
Heh... I shouldn't be enjoying watching my sister getting beaten by an old man.
"I see," Anna hummed. "Should I tell the others?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "We'll do it later during supper time."
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