The night, the gloomy forest and the full moon illuminating the small clearing where the two were.

The priest mage and the warlock witch stood facing each other, tense and ready for battle. They exchanged barbs habitually, not taking their eyes off each other.

"Give up! You can't escape this time!" Manuel grinned, summoning his Grimoire.

In response, she just grinned at him and raised her own weapon, preparing to attack. Manuel's gaze involuntarily dropped to her lips, curved in that smile.

Undoubtedly, there is something in the air between these two... some tension.