Victor's expression hardened. His patience was emptying. Fast.
"Enough of this," he snapped.
"We're not here to trade insults."
He stepped forward, frowning.
"We're here to fight. So let's fight."
Luna's lips curled into a calm, sharp smile.
"Oh? Finally ready to stop pouting?"
Victor narrowed his eyes.
"Before we start… I need to know your name."
Luna raised her eyebrow.
She let the silence stretch a moment longer than needed.
Letting her gaze drift around the spectators gathered on nearby ridges.
Up toward the drones in the sky, then back to Victor.
She smiled wider.
"Okay then… little boy."
She stepped forward to the edge of the cliff, smiling.
"For the sake of you, that frustrated old man behind you…"
"And to the many curious viewers watching from the comfort of their safe little screens…"
She spread her arms slightly, moonlight gathering faintly around her.
"Let me introduce myself properly."
The air went still for a heartbeat.
