It was deliberate. One look told you Cheetah had done it on purpose. She felt uncomfortable if she went a day without teasing Diana a few times, like a house cat that always liked swatting at your hand with its paw when you played with it.
Cursed by the Goddess of the Hunt's weapon, she had been granted powerful hunting instincts and a leopard form, along with an instinctive fondness for combat.
They had spent the past few days shopping and had not fought Diana at all. Her hands were itching again.
Still, as a traditional battle fanatic, Diana enjoyed sparring with others as well. Their relationship had been forged through fight after fight.
But Little Dai was very calm today. She glanced at Cheetah's yellow-furred appearance, then at Slade's innocent, shrugging expression beside her, shook her head, and said, "We have important business to handle today. Once it's over, we can find somewhere to spar."
"Hehe, sure." The leopard Orc licked the fur on the back of her hand and stretched lazily with satisfaction. "It's been a long time since we last fought. I wonder whether you've improved."
"You'll find out then." Wonder Woman smiled as well. She had been constantly practicing the global fighting techniques she had learned from Deathstroke lately.
"Sigh, you're arranging another fight? Wonder Woman, is that sort of thing really so interesting?" Barry was not the fighting type. In fact, he often avoided solving problems through violence and could not understand the way martial people lived.
"It's like how you enjoy asking friends out for meals. Amazons treat sparring as a kind of meal." Diana answered Barry, a faintly proud expression appearing on her face, as though it were some glorious tradition.
The group chatted as they flew toward Dream's castle. They arrived before