Elena
Someone puts an iron on my neck, this causes that every second that passes takes my breath away.
I could not stand it anymore and I make him release me with a blow to the rib, I grab his arm with one hand, I turn my body to pull the person towards him, I use one of his feet to push the opponent's leg and he crouches to project him against soil.
-Impressive-. She pronounces Engla as surprised as I am by what I just did to Einar.
-That hurt (he starts coughing) but very well ... Elena-. He congratulates me with difficulty on the crash.
-I'm sorry, no ... I didn't know it was you-. I try to pick it up but Engla stops me.
-Don't help him, he's supposed to be your opponent, your rival, the person you should kill-. -Murder? -.
-What are you talking about? -. I say fearful, Engla ta
