Ceres, that bitch hadn't held back at all. A hot, swelling anger rose from under my chest as I managed to stumble up, leaning against the door behind me for support. "You're batshit crazy, you know that?"
My right arm and fingers still trembled a little from the remaining recoil of using [Impulse]. Fortunately, since the half-assed technique I created over a year ago became a skill, the backlash wasn't nearly half as bad as when I used it against the Sand Dragon, since the output was also minimal.
Ceres wasn't going to remain down for long either. She was already stirring awake from the shock of impact. Residue sparks of violent Ether danced across her body as they vanished.
The sleeves around her left shoulder were burnt off, revealing a red-hot, swelling bruise marring the spotless white of her flawless jade skin.
Damn, I thought, I had really managed to injure Ceres Walker. Despite the gravity of the moment, I let that incredulous thought linger in my head a bit.
