“You cannot! I will not allow it!”
Lizzy lay there, cowering under that rapturous gaze. Agony swallowing her lower half, and blood swelling her wound. It didn’t last long as the realization he had just cost her a prize.
The prize she sought most.
Anger filled her, building until she was consumed with it. Nothing else mattered. She felt only that raw heat that swam within. Not pain, not wounds, not blood. Nothing but rage.
She snapped back and rolled to her feet, prepared to defend, and attack. He sidestepped her advances. For every move she made, he had a counter move and was two steps ahead.
It was frustrating and tiring.
Lizzy, drunk on revenge, was starting to stagger from the exertion of this dance. She had changed her focus from prey to attacker, and it was costing her. The opponent was far more experienced, and she was losing in many ways.
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