Eden only had a vague idea of what was going on on the lower floors. She could hear the gunshots and turmoil. She could also feel it from the loud ruckus that made the floor below tremble, but it was too chaotic to even try and follow. Even the screens were blocked by all the smoke, rendered useless. Still, she couldn't afford to care more than that. Presently, she was too busy trying to survive this fight to even care.
Just like Loir had mentioned, his ex-partner was a good fighter. Very good, even. Eden had rarely fought for this long without sending her opponent flying, or being beaten herself. Circé was swift and deadly, using her hair pins like weapons, and as Eden had quickly understood, a mere stab could be enough to kill her because they were poisoned. She had the typical assassin
