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Chapter 51
Chapter 51
Elena’s POV
I narrowed my eyes as I followed Glenda’s movements. She acted like she was about to strike me with her claws, but in mid–air, she shifted her body and made a semi–roll as her other hand pulled out a silver dagger from her
belt.
My hand tightened on the stick as I saw how the dagger glinted through the natural surrounding lights, catching a glimpse of a silverish–black glint.
It’s poisonous!
How viscous! Not only was she carrying a silver weapon that’s vital to werewolves – which was understandable on the battlefield- but carrying one laced with poison was too much.
However, that probably wasn’t visible to the eyes of others. Since I was trained with Custodes, we also had a training session where we tried to be as familiar as possible with different deadly weapons and poisons.
Nonetheless, her having a weapon while me having only a stick took a stir among the audience.
“Luna Elena is only holding a stick. What was Prince Deacon thinking? General Glenda will kill her!” “How can she even accept a stick? A stick versus a blade? That’s suicide! She’s so full of herself.“”
I heard the other warriors muttering outside the combat area, and I could only shake my head.
A smirk formed on my lips as I saw Glenda approaching me in slow motion, and I managed to grasp her every
movement.
As she lunged the dagger forward straight to my chest, I moved with precision and shifted my body a little to the side as I raised my hand and pushed her extended arm away from me with the use of a stick.
Gasps filled the area while I calmly stood with my hand on my back like nothing happened.
She fell on the ground, slightly bent to keep her balance. Looking up at me, her glaring eyes showed a vivid trace of frustration.
“Act like a real warrior and actually fight!” she shouted with anger.
I met her eyes and seriously spoke with her in a tone a leader would use to teach her underlings. “A real warrior doesn’t waste energy on petty insults, especially not during a battle.”
Glenda clenched her jaw, and her hands tightened on her dagger as she positioned herself once again in a fighting stance.
Scoffing, she added, “You really think you’re a real warrior? You’re just here because you’re jealous of me and Bryson. Don’t act almighty now when you don’t have what it takes to be boastful!”
I let out a small laugh and nodded my head at myself, nonchalantly shrugging, “I wasn’t the one making a monologue during a fight, now was I?”
That ignited the fire on her even more. In a blink of an eye, she dashed forward to me and attacked me with her claws and dagger, one hand lunging one after another.
I could hear her heavy breathing as she started to run out of breath from all her failed attacks.
With every move she made, I would simply shift my body to the side and easily avoid her aims.
She’s fast, and I’d give her that. But she wasn’t fast enough to get past through my eyes and reflexes.
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“Fight, you shrew!” she shouted in the middle of her attacks, totally frustrated and mad right now.
“As you wish,” I simply replied before raising my stick again.
This time, I didn’t avoid her attack. I stood still and waited for her to lunge the dagger toward my chest.
Her eyes widened mid–act, and a smile formed on her lips. She probably thought she’d get to harm me this time. To her frustration, as the tip of her dagger was two inches away from me, I swung my stick with so much force that she yelped in pain, and her hand lost grasp of the dagger.
The dagger fell onto the ground with a deafening sound, and everyone went quiet in shock, letting only the dagger’s clinging sound and Glenda’s gasp of pain fill the air.
I looked down at Glenda and found her grasping her wrist, which now had a slowly healing horizontal red mark. There were even a few stains of dotted blood on her skin from the slint of the stick that stroked her skin.
After a few seconds of shockness, I finally heard a series of gasps and muttering around.
“Did… did she just disarm Glenda with a stick?”
“H–how was that possible?”
“I can’t believe my eyes!”
I glanced sideways and hid a smile as I saw Prince Deacon sitting on the side with his arms crossed and a glinting pride in his eyes.
“Don’t waste time, Elena. Finish it,” he mouthed while keeping that stoic face of his intact, but my heart still went crazy as I could see the hidden pride and encouragement behind his nonchalant facial expression.
