C23 Cyan Woman

The green-clad woman was startled. Her feet slid backwards, her green sleeves fluttering as her brows tightly knitted together.

I was almost flying, my feet off the ground, my right hand still in the attacking position, my eyes fixed on her.

The green-clad girl stopped and grabbed my wrist at an extremely fast speed. The moment I neared her, I felt a sense of familiarity with her