The howling wind blew past Naya, sending shivers down her spine as a sudden image flashed in her head. Turning to the side, she dodged the assassin’s attack and took whatever her hand found on the ground. Grabbing a rock, she spun and threw the rock over, making the assassin lose her footing.
For a split second, the assassin looked at Naya with wide eyes, as though she didn’t expect Naya’s sudden movement.
On the other hand, Naya’s blood turned colder and colder. Who was this person and why was she attacking her? Did she come from the West Wood Pack? Did someone send her to finish Naya?
No matter what, Naya could tell she wasn’t about to give up. Unfortunately for this person, Naya wasn’t either.
No words were exchanged as the two fought physically, with each being experts on their com
