Amunet ran head first into Grey's chest and stumbled back, nearly falling on her ass. She hurried to gather some strength, but when she found it was Grey, she stopped. What even was the point?
"Did you come here to kill me? Or did you want to see what else I have? If you want to take everything, I will just have to fight you here and now even if it means I die."
Grey crossed his arms and didn't say much of anything. He just looked at her indifferently. He couldn't see any of her expression right now, not when she was shrouded in shadows, but he could feel her uneasiness peeking through.
She knew the power gap between them was too large. It didn't matter what Grey wanted to do to her, she couldn't stop it, and she knew that.
"I was thinking about something interesting." Grey said, his voice a bit cold.
"… And that is?"
"How old are you?"
Amunet's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't quite understand the point of the question.
"… Why are you asking me that question?"
