Aofie felt every part of her body tingling with spiritual energy. The lighting danced through her body, digging into her flesh and igniting every part of it.
She felt as though if she exhaled she would breathe out lighting, her mind was sharp, her body excited and her muscles firm.
Wise cut through the air with his hand, in one devastating vertical chop, but Aofie met his strike with a high kick.
Boom!
The air ripped with sparks as a small shockwave spread through the Arena.
Despite her beaten up body and bruised face, Aofie found herself smiling when she stared at Xanthos. Who would have known that fighting him would be this fun?
Out of fear for her mother most warriors often restrained themselves when going against her, but not Xanthos...
Xanthos was a menace, he was an uncultured brute who would hit women with the same intensity as he would do a man.
And she loved it.
