Anger clouded judgment.
And a clouded opponent was the easiest kind to beat.
One of the golden rules of fighting—no matter what—was to stay calm. Always.
But Buttcheeks had already thrown that out the window.
She wasn't thinking anymore.
She was just reacting. Lashing out without strategy.
It made her easy prey for anyone…
Well, anyone except me, of course.
I couldn't help but grin at the thought.
The second she saw my smile, it was like throwing gasoline on a bonfire.
Her face twisted with fury.
She gritted her teeth so hard I half-expected to hear them crack.
Then crack!—
She snapped her whip again, harder this time.
The air split with a violent boom as the whip shot toward me—faster, sharper, and a whole lot more desperate.
Wild.
Uncontrolled.
Sure, her anger gave her a small boost in power, but it made her attacks sloppy. Predictable.
I leaned casually to the side, letting the whip slice past me by mere inches.
That was close!
