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Kysin’s retreat became a headlong backward flight mere inches ahead of the curved sword. It slashed at his chest, arms, and head.
‘Fokk, Shotelai, give it up! I always prevail.’
His frustration laced his growl, and she smiled in response, only lunging in some more, wheeling through the air.
She was enjoying herself.
He hacked at the shaft whenever Sana’a lunged at him. The monk attempted to lop off her shotel from her hand, but he might as well have been trying to strike the wings off a fly.
It was when she pushed back from a charge that she changed tack and dove in. He’d been saving energy to plunge at her with such speed that she couldn’t evade him.
His sab?r blade whistled through the air before him.
Before the shikari had a chance to react, it slammed into her shoulder and punched through the metsai emerging on the other side.
Pain radiated through her, and she clenched her teeth in agony as Kysin crashed into her, all ten feet of transmuted hawk mass.
She fell to the ground with a thud as the crowd shrieked.
The noble wing was behind them.
Spectators screamed and shoved at each other to get a view as Kysin dropped on Sana’a.
The monk kav began laying on blow after blow all over her body with his talons, menace and rage all over his face.
His claws reached for their neck, and for a second, she wondered whether he intended to tear off her head.
With a cry, Sana’a knifed up with all her savage strength.
The Monk threw himself sideways, rolling, and in that moment, Kag?an’s massive sculpted eyes flashed.
With a gasp, she felt an almighty surge of power arc through her.
Sana’a moved first to put the giant carved bird at her back.
She leapt into the air, twisted with speed, and nabbed the Katánian around the neck.
Pulling him up midair with a force she didn’t even know she had.
The Monk roared, hacking his razor-sharp claws up at her, but he was disadvantaged. Arched higher than he was, she clasped his head tight and clamped down on his throbbing jugular, her thighs squeezing the kemí out of his chest.
He gasped for oxygen, slashing and bucking, but it was no use.
Moments later, he slumped as Sana’a’s hand tightened and twisted.
She yanked the Katánian’s two remaining sab?r koya from his krest.
Lifting her hands away, she let gravity have its due course as he slipped away into unconsciousness and fell with a heavy thud to the sand below.
Sana’a floated to the ground, her bust heaving as she stared at the downed fighter.
Barely acknowledging it when K?stian picked her slack hand and raised it, declaring her victory.
She took the expected bow, her body still thrumming with her win, hands clutching the dripping koya.
As Kysin was carried away in a stretcher, his limbs flailing back to consciousness, her muscles locked.
Her skin crawled as she sensed the burn of heated eyes on her.
