The second round was going really badly for Lylah. She had a broken arm and rib, one eye swollen, and she was bleeding from the cuts inflicted on her.
And no…
She hadn’t made her third strike.
The head warrior was taking her seriously now, giving her no chance or opening. He hit her every time he got the chance, and all she could do was try to protect herself—especially the crucial areas.
There was no opening and she was beginning to lose her strength.
“Lylah,” Arianna muttered under her breath, her fists clenched.
‘Hey Aria, do me a favor—don’t interfere no matter how hurt I get. This is my choice, remember?’
Recalling Lylah’s words, Arianna couldn’t help but wonder if she could endure this a second longer.
It was spinning her head so badly she felt like entering the ring and tear
