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"You fucked up the moment you began to send multiple waves of swords in her direction," he began, his gaze specifically on Saint as if he were a lecturer and wanted Saint to understand exactly where he went wrong in this scenario. "No matter how strong or weak a spell is, there are connections, or what some may call wavelengths, in the energy. Even though you did a good job at alternating the flow of energy with each wave, you were still creating a mass of alternating waves."
Dimitris looked at me, and I guess he wanted me to share the pattern.
"You used three different patterns, which is normal with anyone who uses magic that's based on light, specifically," I revealed, noticing the glint of approval in Viktor's eyes. Aurelia had been the first to teach me about patterns, but my curious teenage mind wasn't satisfied and would nag Viktor all the time until I understood how it all worked.
Most wolf shifters didn't care about magic, but if you wanted the advantage in the realms of supernaturals and magic users, you went ahead and studied all aspects.
"You're correct," Saint admitted. "But how was that used against me?"
"You didn't notice I was letting your blades cut me on purpose," I voiced. "Every cut of your blade extracted blood so that I could get weaker faster. All that did was give my blood, which is already magically infused and charged by my own adrenaline, the opportunity to flow through your patterned connections and right to the source, which is you. So, you would have noticed that you began to grow weaker in the remaining minute you had left before you were given the chance to heal. That was because I was using my charged-up blood to create a copy of myself behind you. Obviously, you wouldn't notice because you were so focused on me. Little did you know I was using your energy to speed up the process of making a decoy before you while teleporting myself at the right moment so no one noticed. Magic travels fasts, so I had to use a mega spike of it, which was mostly the energy I was taking from you."
"Wow." Saint just stared at me in pure bewilderment. "Who taught you that?"
I pointed to Viktor. "He's the culprit."
They all looked at Viktor, and Neo commented, "I can see why Russian assassins are dangerous. You guys learn about everything."
"If you don't, you'll end up dead," Viktor concluded. "Are we moving on to the second fight?"
"I'm ready," I admitted. "Saint's healing juju helped a lot."
"I'm glad," Saint replied and reached out to actually hug me. "Seriously, Willow. If you train up your magic a little higher, you could do some serious damage to multiple enemies."
"It's been a while since I've used my magic for combat," I admitted. "I mean in an elemental aspect. I can conjure up weapons and use my magic to maintain my male form, but I haven't further explored since the Coven dismissed me as a potential witch or whatever."
"What's someone's trash is someone else's treasure," Saint hummed. "They don't want your power, the Forbidden will gladly enjoy the benefits." He then kissed my cheek. "I owe you a date."
"And how did that transpire?" I inquired.
"Can't be showing compassion to a woman I've yet to take out on a date," he reasoned.
"You just want to aid your broken pride," I concluded.
"Yup," he replied with a smirk.
"Thanks for not going easy on me, though I felt like you could have done better."
"If I was allowed to heal, I would have."
"You were allowed to heal," I reminded. "Just because Dimitris said no constant healing, that didn't mean you had to follow my two-minute restriction."
Saint was going to say something back, but he paused as if just realizing that I was a hundred percent right.
"This is why Saint would be the first to die in a horror movie," Jayce concluded. "Let's get this over with, Willow. We’ve got a run to enjoy."
I nodded and with a quick pat-down from my possessive stalker, Onyx, I returned to my previous spot. Taking a moment to analyze our surroundings once more, I looked at Jayce as he began to stretch.
This would be my first time seeing him fight, and the sudden thought left me feeling extremely excited. There was a different type of thrill you got when you were fighting a fellow fighter, but it was the mystery behind Jayce's fighting techniques that sparked a renewed desire to show my physical strength.
I knew how powerful I was magically, and many individuals did because of my aura, but my physical strength was always ignored because I was a girl. Most didn't know about my champion title or the cage fights I did on the daily -or recently, weekly -basis, and that was their loss.
Jayce finished stretching and I completed my quick stretches. We moved in a bit closer - each step beginning to prove the shift in Jayce's mindset as his face became void of expression while his eyes were obviously observing every single move I made.
"Same rules apply," Dimitris announced, though there was a pause as if he was communicating mentally. My eyes were still focused on Jayce, and if it wasn't because of how intensely focused I was, I surely would have missed the slight twitch in his eye.
That told me he was annoyed by something, and I could assume Dimitris was mentally talking to him through the pack bond.
"I'm giving three minutes to take your opponent out," Dimitris announced, which was a bit shocking with the sudden time limit. "Ready. Set. Start."
