"Think of that one as a freebie, I won't let you land another shot." Specter scowls, nursing the forming bruise on the side of his face.
"Will see about that. It's not going to go the same as before." Ash argues, rolling up the sleeves of his mercenary cloak.
"Oh really? Just what secret technique have you unlocked?" Specter taunts, sending a potent glare of condensation.
"Resilience." Ash retorts, balling his fists, tightening his guard even further, his forearms raised like shields in front of his face.
"Excuse me?" Specter laughs, unable to understand the stupidity he's witnessing.
"I will not let you through. Even if I'm battered and bruised you will not interfere." Ash scowls, not lowering his guard even a little.
"I should be saying that to you." Specter mocks, seeing the tables start to turn between them.
"Well don't we have similar desires?" Ash smirks, keeping his eyes focused on Specter.
