Amaya knew she couldn't afford to hold back—not against this opponent.
'If I have to capture him… I'll need to use my full strength,' she thought, baring her long, glistening fangs at Kieran.
But Kieran didn't flinch.
His gaze remained locked on her—sharp, steady, unblinking.
The sword in his hands was ready, glowing faintly as it hovered before him.
Then Amaya moved.
She vanished in a blur—faster than before. So fast, she seemed to appear in multiple places at once, her shadow flickering all around them like a mirage.
It was disorienting.
And then—she struck.
Exploding from the shadows above, her shadowy form loomed over Natasha, claws drawn and aimed to kill.
She had gone around him.
She was behind Kieran!
Natasha's eyes widened in horror as she spotted the beast descending.
"Kieran, behind you!" she cried, scrambling for her blade. But as she tried to rise, a sharp pain flared in her ankle.
"Shit," she hissed, teeth clenched, collapsing back to the ground.
