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I swept Sneik’s legs out from under him and rolled to one side.
Turning towards the female, my breaths labored, I reached out a hand. “Are you all right?”
Her trembling hand met mine, her touch sending jolts of electricity up my arm.
It was a connection, intense and undeniable.
And though the danger wasn’t entirely averted, in that moment, with our fingers intertwined, everything else faded into the background.
Sneik’s brutish face contorted in rage as he lunged for me.
His attack was fierce yet predictable.
He had the raw power of a wild beast, but I had the precision and training of a seasoned warrior.
Our fight resembled a dance, one of fire and skill, where each step had meaning, each move a purpose.
The taste of salt and iron stung my lips, sweat mixed with blood.
The dim light of the cell threw distorted shadows on the walls, amplifying the scene’s grotesque beauty.
Sneik, with his raw might, was an avalanche, threatening to engulf everything in its path.
I felt the force of his punches, like battering rams seeking to break down castle gates.
But for every wild swing he took, I retaliated with a calculated counter-move.
My focus was sharp, and my senses heightened.
I heard the soft rustle of my clothing with each maneuver, the rapid inhale-exhale of our breaths, and the thud of feet.
The female’s soft gasps were a faint undercurrent to the main symphony of grunts and blows.
But they were there, reminding me of the stakes at play.
With each parry and dodge, I tapped into the vast pool of techniques I had accumulated over the years.
Sneik may have dominated the fighting pits with his raw aggression, but here, in this enclosed space, finesse and strategy would reign supreme.
One of his wild swings gave me an opening.
I ducked and swiftly delivered a punch to his midsection.
The oof sound he emitted was gratifying.
I followed up with a kick, sending him staggering back.
The scent of blood filled the air as a gash opened on his cheek.
Sneik’s eyes, wild with fury, locked onto mine.
They were the eyes of a wounded predator, desperate and dangerous.
He charged at me with renewed energy.
But as he got closer, the world seemed to slow.
Every minute detail was vivid: the beads of sweat on his forehead, the slight tremor of the female’s breath, the cool touch of the floor beneath my feet.
