Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry 822

Chapter 822

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Next up was each of the twelve captains, but none managed to last the full 20 exchanges against Carissa, They all fell short at around fifteen or sixteen exchanges.

Max put up a decent fight, making it through 40 exchanges before he was taken down. When he stood back up and bowed, he wore a satisfied smile–he felt proud of his performance.

Finally, it was Alistair’s turn.

Alistair had been intently watching Carissa’s moves. He felt like he had a good grasp on her patterns. He figured he could manage 50 exchanges without much trouble. His leg techniques were his strongest suit, and Carissa’s kicks lacked the necessary power. On the other hand, her punches were incredibly fast. If he could focus on using his lower body, he believed he would hold the advantage.

He bounced on his feet a few times to stretch his muscles. “I’m up.”

Carissa wore an enigmatic smile. “Yes, it’s your turn.”

For some reason, seeing that smile sent a shiver of unease down Alistair’s spine. He couldn’t shake the feeling that she was hiding some devastating technique just for him.

Carissa offered, showing no signs of fatigue after the earlier rounds. She still looked as energized

she was ready. He feinted with a punch, then kicked toward her. As his foot aimed straight at her, he quickly changed direction

would only block for their abdomen or chest, but Carissa read his intentions easily. She brought her elbows up, creating a solid guard in front of her. With a powerful thrust, she sent Alistair

back.

backward, scrambling to regain his balance. He executed a backflip mid–air and landed on his feet. But before he could steady himself, a flurry of kicks came his way. He barely had time to brace himself, dodging and evading as best

Alistair felt his balance slipping. His insides felt like they were rearranging themselves, and he

he closed the distance between

his focus on her legs, he completely forgot

close combat, with no weapons involved, fists became

unable to mount any sort of

counted off,

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and raised her leg high in a swift motion. Her foot was level with her body, and she drove a kick at his

earlier. He had the space to execute it, but Carissa employed it at close range, combining fluidity with overwhelming power.

unable to get up

feet. Alistair gazed at Carissa, his eyes filled