As soon as his attention shifted from her, Illena's footwork grew heavier. Each step pounded like a drumbeat. That was when everyone noticed the heavy boots she wore.
They were similar to Vallen's, not meant to keep her glued to the ground due to her light frame, but designed to prevent her from destroying the floors beneath her when she activated her powers or broke her restraints.
Her hair was disheveled, the hairband that once held it in a high ponytail was soaked in the blood of her opponent behind her.
Her brown eyes glowed faintly beneath loose strands. Her body was slick with sweat, and her clothes clung to her, drenched in blood and exertion.
The woman turned around slowly, breathing harder now. Sweat soaked her clothes, and the trembling of her shoulders revealed her fear.
She tried to assume a defensive stance, but the tremble in her legs exposed the fact that she was barely holding on.
"She never gets scared."
