As an Asgardian, Gin had some fighting spirit in her after all. Though she was not as fanatical as Little Dai, unable to walk away whenever she saw a fight, she still enjoyed sparring with others.
Especially female warriors from Another World like Cheetah.
"I'm going to change my gear."
After draining the wine in her cup, Gin got up and headed to the second floor. Cheetah, whose hearing was exceptionally sharp, became interested as well. She had already noticed that Gin was also a female warrior, but she did not know how capable she was.
Deathstroke's woman should not be too weak, right?
So she nodded expectantly and asked Deathstroke, "Where's the changing room? I need to store my clothes for now."
Having come to someone else's home while the hostess was still present, she restrained herself and did not strip in public to transform again.
"Whatever. You can enter any empty room." Su Ming generously gestured for her to go upstairs. The guest rooms were all on the second floor. "But let me make this clear first: Gin is a Magic Warrior. Her fighting style differs from Diana's. Take it easy when you spar. Don't get hurt."
Getting hurt would not really be a problem anyway; they could just reverse time. But this was just a game, so there was no need to get serious.
"Don't worry. I'm an old hand. I know what I'm doing."
Having gotten her answer, Cheetah happily ran toward the second floor. She had not fought anyone in days, and she was itching for it now.
She glanced at Little Dai, who was still fiddling with the projected planet, and sighed. She now felt that Diana really was a little foolish.
"Adjutant, any news from Little Rich? Has he caught the Record Keeper