Blades clashed together in a furious flurry. Hissing through the air accompanied by a shuffle of feet. Qi'ra could already feel a heat beginning to build up the more the exerted her body for the fight, her wrists beginning to strain slightly from how tight her grip was on her blade. Yours was equally as firm, your grip and stance alone telling her you had plenty years of experience since you last spoke.

Qi'ra endured reflecting on that day. Things had taken a turn for the worse when Proxima assigned you both to a deal comprising some individuals holding coaxium. And Qi'ra abandoned you, leaving you completely behind without bothering to see if you were hurrying after her. Of course upon realising you weren't, she didn't bother to go back for you - survival of the fittest.

Qi'ra tried to tell herself that anyway. No, she was conscious of what she had done to leave you that day. Qi'ra was ignorant of your subsequent experiences. On occasion, the guilt would still come back. Particularly at this time. Perhaps it was not the best idea to think about the past, though, since you were here to arrest her.

Your blades locked together, forcing the two of you to finally look at each other. Your eyes held such anger in them that Qi'ra had never seen before. Where had the love in them gone? Abandoned years ago no doubt after she betrayed you.

"You've certainly gotten better at combat, huh?" Qi'ra breathed out with a faint, forced smile. Trying to feign nonchalance. Trying.