Nova's POV
There were gasps all around. And he was quick on his feet, going straight for me once more.
Punch. Twist. Rotate.
The tempo was instantaneously familiar to me, and the shouting from the crowd became increasingly intense.
“Holy shit.”
“She moves fast!”
He snarled, driving the point of his spear toward my shoulder, only for me to knock it aside and catch it around his wrist.
He lost his grip.
I surged forward, grabbing his spear and twisting it around his leg, sweeping his feet out from under him.
He fell straight onto his back.
There was a tremendous explosion around the field. The cheering was deafening as everyone looked in shock.
He groaned.
Planting the shaft of my spear firmly against his chest, I gave him a smile before speaking. “You dropped this.”
Wide-eyed,
