Sprawled on her side with the grey still crowding the edges of her sight, Juna kept turning the fight over in her head. She had known going in that she was the stronger of the two, or at least she had thought so.
Nothing in this gate had put up a real fight so far, all of it cut down by Loccy or the rookies while she waited her turn. This was the first one her master had finally let her take, and she had expected it to fall just as easy.
Then the rabbit showed her those eight shards, and the whole picture flipped over. She had only ever felt power like that once before, back in the gate with the Beast King.
The rabbit across the pit now sat somewhere in that same range, which should never have been possible in a place like this.
Just remembering that fight settled something cold and tight in her chest. Her master had thrown everything he had at the Beast King, and even then he barely crawled out alive. His ribs had been caved in, his legs shaking under him by the end of it.
