Ethan nodded slowly, a low hum leaving his throat as he felt the potent surge of power radiating from the Dragon Child. Her presence was overwhelming, difficult to measure, but he knew at once that she stood far above the trio who had tried to ambush him earlier. Those three, dangerous as they had seemed, were only early Saint-ranked fighters. By comparison, this girl's aura was on another level entirely.
His eyes shifted toward the woman dressed in red. He had already recognized her flames—the fiery streaks that had accompanied the spears of ice from before.
"You… are Bongo?" he asked.
Before she could answer, a hoarse voice barked out. The burly man Ethan had already beaten back once came charging in again, fury twisting his face. "What's with the smart mouth, you brat?! You dare lay a hand on me? I'll bury you myself!" He was no weakling, a Saint-rank fighter in his own right, though only at the early stages.
