Selena's voice was cold, devoid of any emotion or warmth, just a warning, sharp enough that the girl fell silent immediately.
She seemed shaken for a moment, panic flickering across her face at the blade against her throat, panic that vanished just as quickly, replaced by an annoyed expression.
"Tch, you are no fun. You should really work on your social skills," the girl said, and at those words Selena didn't hesitate. In an instant, her hand moved, driving the blade forward without mercy, but contrary to what one might expect, nothing happened. The blade struck only air, because the target was no longer there. She was now ten meters away.
Seeing this, Selena's eyes narrowed.
That speed was something a second year student shouldn't have possessed, not an E-rank Advanced stage, which was supposedly this girl's level, and certainly not someone meant to be playing a support role.
