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My wolf opened her eyes once again, listening to my internal thought.
"Test his potential,"she suggested. That would be smart, and it was exactly why I made the first move - running straight towards him.
He seemed surprised by my direct move, but his eyes of white with multiple hues of gold began to dance with gold and green. I pushed off the ground to conduct a high kick, only for him to move his hands upward as gusts of pure white rushed to his aid and lifted me up like my body weighed nothing.
I was shot upward into the air, but I wasn't taken aback in the slightest. I rotated my body so my legs were upward while my gaze was still on my enemy. My hands gripped the set of guns I conjured in a blink of a movement, and I was shooting downward a second later. Saint dodged my bullet spree as my body began to drop towards the ground.
Spears of gold shot out of the ground like standing icicles. Their sharp points would easily pierce through my body from the height and speed I was falling at.
With the slap of my guns they dispersed, but their energy only took a different shape. A shield was now in my grasp as I faced it towards the holy needles and changed my position so my feet and hands were pressed onto the shield’s surface like a snowboard ready to plummet through the intense hills.
The shattering sound made me smirk as my body weight and solid shield destroyed the trap, but I was already pushing off my protective creation, flipping backward and landing on the ground in time to see the white vines that shot out of the ground and wrapped around the shield to try and squeeze it into oblivion.
My landing was perfect, but I was already moving, avoiding the multiple blades being shot my way. I dodged and danced, spinning around and around before darting from side to side to avoid the flow of glowing white daggers that were being aimed at me all around.
Saint was definitely on the move, using his speed to his advantage while I wasn't even tapping into that aspect -not yet, anyway.
I needed one more minute to observe what he was going to do, leaving me no choice but to spin around and take his attack head-on as he crashed into me. I went flying back, and though I was able to flip myself so I landed on all fours, that landing was messy and left me scaping my knees.
Pain shot through me, but it was a mere scratch in comparison to what I'd dealt with. It wasn’t like I had time to deal with it, because Saint was suddenly in front of me with daggers in his grasp. I had the advantage now as I locked onto his wrists before they could go into an assaulting pattern, my scraped knee shooting out into his gut.
He gasped, but I showed no mercy as he was now up and being thrown right into the ground before I spun and lifted my leg to slam into his stomach. He rolled over at the last second - my attack crashing into the ground.
Just like I wanted.
The ground broke from my impact, but it created a quake that triggered jets of water from the ground. Saint cursed as he rolled at what could have been the speed of light to avoid the domino effect of bursting water that was chasing him down.
Furthering my distance, I took a moment to breathe until I knew two minutes were up.
"He's not good at close-range assaults. He thrives on magic at a distance. His conjuring of light weapons is faster than his elemental control. However, you can combat his blades, mimic their appearance, and turn them against him. Take his assault for a minute. Don't heal up. He'll cave."
My wolf’s observation skills were amazing, but I was even more curious about her last statements.
"You want me to get injured?"
"A little pain is nothing to you."She had a point."A healer’s gut instinct is to heal those they care about. Use it to your advantage."
Why do I have a feeling you want him to be scared shitless because Neo and Onyx are watching?
It was a really smart move.
"Mates don't like seeing their partner being brutally hurt. We're playing the smart game of who is going to crack first."
Alright. I love you.
I could sense her amusement, but our eyes were back on Saint as he finally recovered from the shooting water madness, already on to his next move. My eyes widened as he had already finished his spell work. A wall of golden blades now blocked my sight of him, leaving me to frown as I purposely put my hands on my hips.
"Really?" I huffed. "That's just cruel."
Saint paused in his execution to chuckle, his body barely visible behind the glowing blades that could have given the impression of being arrows.
"Wilting Flower, did you really think I wasn't going to weed you out because of your beauty?"
"Well, ya?" I tossed back. "And you really have to change that whole Wilting part because I've already Blossomed into something far better and you just don't want to accept it."
"You're not wrong," he admitted. "But if I keep saying Wilting, I can ignore the idea of you beating me. Plus, whenever I get you in my bed, you'll be a Wilting Beauty after I fuck you senseless."
"Aww," I replied. "That's kind of romantic."
