Deacon’s POV
I stood at the side of the combat area, keeping my eyes open in anticipation of Elena's plan to teach those arrogant warriors a lesson.
They weren’t new warriors, so I couldn’t understand how they could be so indisciplined and reckless with their words. Was the camaraderie on the battlefield no longer existing, or was it the training of those in the South that had been molded with envy and doubts that they could easily be manipulated to judge their fellow warriors without basis?
“Show me what you got.”
A smirk immediately formed on my lips when I heard Elena confidently calling out Gail to attack. She didn’t even walk around to calculate her opponent’s movement; she just stood there waiting for him to make the first move.
And to everyone’s surprise, as much as my own, she
