Ronan blinked at Gray's expression for another second.
"...You're scaring me a little."
"Take a stance," Gray practically ordered.
Ronan stared at him.
"Right now?"
"Right now."
"I just showed you my—"
"—Just do it already."
"Okay, okay."
He dropped into a stance immediately, the natural instinct of someone who had been training long enough that the motion was faster than the objection.
His transformed arms came up, scales catching the afternoon light, his fingers curling into claws without being told to.
The horns above his head caught the light at a different angle now, their iridescent quality deepening as his mana rose to meet the situation.
His aura expanded.
'...His physical strength must have increased a lot.'
Gray looked at this body deeply and then raised his hands.
Ronan looked at them.
"Are you serious? Do you really want to fight right now?"
"Come."
Ronan came.
