Max stood still, his steps hesitant, not because he was afraid of Targu, who was just as intimidating as Gordein, but because he was a little more reasonable in terms of size if asked to spar.
Targu wasn't a giant like Gordein; he was about Max's height, just a few inches taller. He looked muscular and well-trained, but Max understood strategy, and he had proven that when he fought Gyx.
Max's understanding of reading movements gave him the advantage of conserving his energy while he waited for the right moment to attack his opponent.
But that wasn't the problem. Something in his gaze made it clear that he didn't want Max to interfere. In other words, he considered Max a stranger, and that left Max with no room to maneuver.
“We need to get her back to her place.” Targu handed her over b
