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The demoness side stepped the bolts that the boy had somehow managed to aim true. "This is it? After all that talk is this all you can muster?"

Waste time, that was the ticket. Don't kill him yet. As long as this went on it was unlikely that Clara would interfere. Keep it going long enough and she'd get her opportunity. But the boy was going to have to put on a better show than this.

"Come, where is all that verve from the rooftop battle. Surely you have not devolved so far since then." She taunted, then charged in to return the punch he'd given her. "And in front of your lover, honestly. Aren't men supposed to get some kind of power boost from that?" She continued, whether or not the shot connected, throwing a flurry of blows. Enough to hurt, no doute about that, but she had no intention of killing him. Come on, boy, get mad. Get one of those heroic second winds. This going for only one round wouldn't be advantageous for either of them. "Does it hurt knowing she's probably rooting for me over you? Or did you even take her feelings into account when you started this up? Oh, who are we kidding? Someone willing to wager the love of a girl like that away could never understand her feelings. A thief dealing in stolen goods, never understanding their true value, that's all you are!"

Was she actually getting mad? She could feel herself punching harder and harder as she talked. She clamped down on that feeling mixing with the ones she knew were hers and let up on the gas a little bit. Calm down. Calm down!