An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

George roared like thunder. His blade- like arms gleamed coldly and sliced through Abigail’s body with lightning speed. The speed of his momentum sent him skidding for about 25 feet before he finally came to a halt.

“This is what happens when you piss me off, bitch!” He turned and laughed maniacally with a fierce expression. He believed that strength mattered and not the useless poisonous mist or creature.

“Hey, what are you laughing at?” A clear, crisp voice rang out from the front.

George looked toward the voice and was surprised to see Abigail. She casually turned with a smirk as if she were looking at a fool.

“Hmm?” His smile faltered and was replaced by shock.

What happened? Hadn’t his blade already sliced through her neck? Why was there no sign of injury?

Could he have missed it? That seemed impossible. His blade was as fast as lightning, and she hadn’t even moved. How could he have missed? What on earth had happened?

“I’m not stopping until you’re dead!” George was frustrated and didn’t want to dwell on it, so he resolved to keep attacking.

If one strike weren’t enough, he would try two. If two weren’t enough, he would go for ten, a hundred, or even a thousand. No matter what, he was determined to make Abigail pay for her actions.

With a flash of his blade arms, he moved like a blur and charged forward again. His body was tough and had an astonishing recovery rate.

He was ready to do whatever it took, even if it meant outlasting

your own grave.” Abigail looked at the approaching figure but didn’t flinch or dodge. She waved her hand, and three

he dared not strike them. Instead, he twisted his body and dodged. But as they crossed paths,

turned George into a human pincushion. His entire body was covered

grandmaster, but George was different. With his

flesh already rotting from the previous poison,

His face contorted

helpless before. Every time he tried to strike, Abigail interrupted him with one nasty trick after another. First, it was

had proven useless against these attacks. His defenses were breached,

fighting despite the relentless attacks, but it also meant he

I will!” George roared like

he didn’t even bother to remove the poisoned needles from

with everything he had. He could endure countless blows, but if he could just find a single opening, he

and still standing? Guess being big really makes

a swift motion, he swung the blade on his right arm toward her neck with blinding

she extended her delicate hand and

with a sharp, metallic

disbelief as he stared at Abigail, who had caught his blade with her bare