Chapter 11
Emilia’s POV
With one final surge of energy I decided to end this fight, I launched myself at him, aiming for a knockout blow. But he was faster. He sidestepped my attack, delivering a devastating punch to my gut that sent me crashing to the ground.
I lay there, gasping for breath, as Marcus stood over me, his victorious smirk etched on his face. "You fought well," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "But in the end, there can only be one winner."
I laughed when he said that before giving him an uppercut which sent him flying ten feet in the air and landed with a sickening thud.
He groaned as I took my drink and downed them all.
“What are you doing?” He laughed to his feet.
“Look, I’m having a very rough night, I suggest you let me be and you be on your merry
