She moved fast, her strikes fueled by desperation, but he was faster.
A sharp pain shot through her wrist as he deflected her attack, forcing her back. Her breath came in shallow gasps.
She was weaker than she wanted to be, the gnawing hunger making her sluggish.
Rena
Damn it.
She barely dodged his next strike, the blade slicing through the air just inches from her throat.
She had known he was strong, but fighting him was like clashing against an immovable force. Her mother had always told her to hide her power, to never let anyone see what she truly was. But if she didn’t use it now, she would lose.
For a moment, just a moment, she considered breaking that promise.
But she hesitated. And that hesitation cost her.
Alex’s foot hooked behind hers, sweeping her legs out from under her. She hit the ground hard, her sword flying from her grasp. Before she could reach for it, his boot pressed against her wrist, pinning her in place. She struggled, but it was useless.
Alex Ravon
Enough.
Alex Ravon
I’d say you put up a good fight, but we both know that’d be a lie.
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