Yohanna held two blue electric orbs in her hand. Her sweat trickling down from her forehead, down to the cheeks, to her jaw, then to her neck.
Her breathing was hard. Tired.
She had been avoiding the giant Dorgan who have suddenly showed in her front—or back, literally.
She did not expected what the bulky Dorgan could offer on their fight. Despite his muscular built, his huge iron club holding with only one of his hands, and the wrap of white cloth and paper and talismans all over his body, he was too fast. She did not expect it.
His speed were incredibly fascinating, if only he belongs to their team. But right now, it was annoying. One snap of his muscle, and he would be joining the pace of her speed, no matter how many times she tried adding more speed than how she was usually ap
