'Tch, why is this bastard walking closer?' Megan thought inwardly as she slowly backed off, feeling the pressure of Shye's menacing advance.
She kept telling herself that she wasn't scared of the arrogant prick, however, her body acted otherwise— a human's primal instinct when threatened by a stronger creature.
Arriving at "the optimal distance", Shye suddenly raised his left arm, nimbly moving his fingers to adapt a random menacing pose, ultimately leading to him accidentally doing a pran mudra finger pose.
Naturally, his movements meant nothing more than utter bullcrap, serving no purpose but to intimidate the crazy chick in front of him.
However, due to how masterful Shye was at bullshitting other people, Megan's sense of danger sent her false signals, prompting her to sprint away and avoid being cornered by Shye.
She didn't even realize that her expression had turned desperate, and the final vestiges of grace had already departed from her face.
