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"It sounds good, but visually, I'm not sure I'd like it 😅"
"So that's how it is," Alaria said thoughtfully, nodding in agreement with her companion.
She had doubts that the truth was so simple, but perhaps it was a secret even to Laikos himself. Maybe he was dropped into a vat of magical potion as a child?
After that, the Tanarian's attention shifted completely to Beata's performance, which was once again a masterclass. Not only did she present everything to everyone and get the crowd going, but she also performed one trick after another. How does she not get tired? Apparently, she has something superhuman, just like Laikos. Only endurance, not strength. For a split second, Alaria was distracted by the thought of whether this meant that Gion also had superhuman endurance, but she quickly dismissed the inappropriate thoughts about her friends.
With all this flitting around on the bars and jumping from one place to another, it would be easy to imagine Beata just as skillfully galloping through the mountains, simultaneously shooting down harpies reaching out to her with their clawed paws. Or even climbing on the back of some huge monster, searching for a weak spot to inflict massive damage, and then doing a backflip and gracefully landing on her feet, making a graceful bow in time with the defeated opponent.
And yet, with an effort of will, Alaria kept her imagination from flying too far into the fantastic, focusing on the current reality of the acrobat's antics. This is where the fruits of hard training and numerous bruises were clearly visible, more than justifying themselves here and now. And when the crossbowwoman completed her final maneuver, the inquisitor once again burst into loud applause for her friend.