Coming to blows

Shaylin spun around at the warning and saw Renee raising her hand in an attempt to slap her. With an ease she deflected the Luna's incoming blow and in return slapped her across the face, making Renee perform an admirable pirouette even a prima ballerina would not take shame on, falling on all four with a loud thud; a few strands of her hair getting loose and fall over her face from the low chignon she chose for the occasion. If the slap itself was not enough to make the Luna go even more mad with fury, disrupting her carefully chosen and meticulously implemented look for the evening would surely do it; that is just how shallow Renee was.

A menacing growl echoed through the ballroom, making everyone’s jaw drop while staring at the scene in front of them - unsure whether to run and hide or stretch their necks even further for a better view. Ivan, now visibly fuming, stomped over from where he stood with his warriors flanking him, ready to deliver justice for his wronged Luna.

“What is