The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

Cruelty was written all across Warren's face. As soon as I stepped onto the stage, I could already feel him staring daggers at me. Before I could even have a second to get ready, he swung at me. Warren was absolutely fast and strong. His moves, though orthodox, were very graceful. With a turn of his wrist, he was able to grab my arm and tried to break my joints. Seeing this, I kicked him sideways.

As I expected, Harry was way below his level. If Harry was a hill, Warren was a great mountain.

After I kicked him, his face darkened and his look turned colder. I could feel that he seemed to decide on something deep inside.

The next few minutes were very difficult for me. Even though Warren's fighting style was not at all unique, his combinations were still so unpredictable and I could never get close to him. I couldn't even use all of my strength. In this situation, I knew that I was at a big disadvantage, with no opportunity to resist.

Even with the moves Rufus taught me, Warren could easily predict what I was going to do next and countered it. By this time, I was growing anxious.

I couldn't afford to be so passive anymore.

into a spinning kick, but I was able to

find a weakness of some sort. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on

a kick on my shin. He seemed to have figured out that my lower body was one of

I almost cried out loud, but I was

at

calf this time. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I turned to him with the coldest

find out that Warren was not

now, dear. I think Warren has

"I know. I'm clearly

I felt like my

I could vaguely hear Harry and Flora calling my name.

again. But this time I was able to roll away and dodge

already been through enough. Another blow from Warren would have permanently disabled