She circled me like a predator toying with its prey, the corners of her mouth lifting into a smirk.
I could feel the weight of every gaze in the crowd pressing down on me, every whisper, every doubtful murmur.
The odds seemed to be stacked against me, as I was an obscure Luma before, which was a non negligible disadvantage in their minde
I could hear the scoffs, sense the sneers.
Yet, deep within me, something primal and fierce stirred, the power of my wolf emerging from the depths of my being.
“You might be surprised, Sorcia,” I replied, my voice steady.
I held my ground, feet firmly planted on the earth, the energy of the wolf within me pulsing through my veins.
My training had been intense, though brief, and I wasn’t about to let her belittle me.
Without warning, Sorcia lunged at me with a speed that was almost impossible to track.
Her claws aimed straight for my throat, but I was ready.
Instinct took over, and I dodged to the side, her momentum carrying her past me.
The crowd gasped, surprised that I had evaded her attack.
Sorcia spun around, eyes blazi ”
with fury.
She wasn’t used to being outmaneuvered, especially not by someone she deemed inferior.
With a snarl, she came at me again, faster and more ferocious.
But this time, I didn’t just dodge–I struck back.
My fist connected with her ribs, and the impact echoed in the silent air.
She staggered, her eyes widening in shock.
“Impossible,” she hissed, clutching her side.
But it wasn’t impossible.
It was happening.
Each time Sorcia attacked, I met her with equal force, countering her blows with my own.
The power within me was like a coiled spring, releasing in bursts of strength that seemed to surprise even me.
The training may have been short, but the wolf inside me was ancient, its power undeniable.
The spectators were no longer silent.
Murmurs of disbelief rippled through the crowd, whispers of awe and admiration.
They couldn’t believe what they were seeing: the ever–legendary incapable Luna excelling in front of Sorcia, who was known to be elite.
I could feel their surprise, their growing respect, and it fueled my resolve.
Sorcia’s attacks became more erratic as the battle wore on
Her moves, which had been so calculated and precise at the beginning, were now wild and desperate.
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It was clear that she hadn’t expected this hadn’t expected me to be a real challenge,
I could see the cracks forming in her composure, the small openings in her defense that Emma had warned me abou
Emma’s words echoed in my mind, reminding me of Sorcia’s weaknesses–her tendency to overcommit, to lose forms when she wasn’t in compete
The next time Sorcia lunged. I was ready. Instead of meeting her head on. I sidestepped, pivoting smoothly on my heel.
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