Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 268

Xena's POV

Time seemed to slow as my body moved with newfound power. The first warrior leaped toward my throat. Without conscious thought, I ducked and rolled. my movements fluid and precise. As he sailed over me, I grabbed a jagged piece of metal from the destroyed equipment and drove it upward into his exposed belly.

Blood sprayed across my face, but I was already moving, the serum making me faster than I'd ever been.

The second warrior tried to flank me from the left. I spun to face him just as his massive jaws snapped toward my shoulder. My claws extended instinctively, and I raked them across his face, feeling his flesh and bone. He stumbled backward, blood pouring from the deep gashes I'd torn across his snout and eyes.

The third warrior, smaller but quicker than the others, darted in from my blind spot. His teeth clamped down on my left forearm with crushing force, and felt the bones crack under the pressure. Pain exploded through my arm, but the serum dulled it to a manageable throb.

'Get off me! I snarled, using my free hand to grab his throat. My fingers dug into his windpipe. His eyes bulged as he tried to maintain his grip on my arm.

The fourth warrior seized the opportunity while I was grappling with his member. He lunged forward and caught my left hand in his massive jaws. The crunch of bones breaking was audible even over the sounds of our struggle. White-hot agony shot up my arm as I felt my fingers being crushed and torn.

"Fuck!" The word tore from my throat as I realized what was happening. He was going to tear my hand completely off.

I channeled everything I had into my right hand, driving my claws deep into the throat of the warrior choking on my forearm. Blood gushed over my fingers as I felt his windpipe collapse completely. His grip on my arm went slack as he collapsed, twitching.

fourth warrior gave a vicious shake of his head, and I felt my left hand separate from my wrist with a

stump.

should have been excruciating

wound for a split second before pure rage consumed

the warrior still holding my severed hand in his

into his left eye. He released my hand with a howl of agony, stumbling backward as

his warriors, I could feel my strength beginning to ebb. The serum was powerful, but I was losing too much blood. My vision started to blur at the edges, and my movements became slightly less

watching this entire time, circling like a predator waiting for the perfect

growled, launching toward

slammed into me, sending us both crashing into the wall. Plaster rained down as the impact left a crater in the concrete. His jaws snapped inches from my throat, saliva dripping onto my face as I used my good arm to hold him

torso, tearing through my remaining clothes

my son," he

with the serum, I couldn't win this fight. Not injured, not against an Alpha with decades more experience.

it-morning sunlight streaming through the windows. We

I couldn't defeat Alpha Wiley, but

sure he couldn't hurt