Enzo shivers slightly, both in pleasure and pain at Alice's touch but it is almost unnoticeable. His Mantle simmers as well, remembering her touch, almost as if his old Spring mantle lingered and was wanting to reach out to her in memory of what they had shared, but the heat of Summer pushed that aside replacing lust with fiery wrath.
Her touch made him realise just how far he had fallen, just how different he had become. With the ear reattached, he cracks his neck, settling his body out as sound balances and no longer becomes one sided for him, coming in off balance. In a very quiet whisper, almost imperceptible, he says with a broken voice full of compassion and sadness, to Alice. "I'm sorry I ever hurt you..."
In a second it is gone, replaced with a cold wrath, his Mantle simmering with fury. "We go into our opponent falls, whether unconsciousness or through bloodloss. First to fall."
"Once done, we're finished with this rivalry and bitterness, I would like us to be in the same room and no bad blood to be between us." He says, and despite the righteous heat of Wrath, his tone is genuine.
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