Lance smirked as he leapt up to his feet and glanced at Hazel. He rubbed his cheek and commented, "Not bad"
Hazel narrowed her eyes as she watched him keenly. Suddenly the pressure dropped inside the arena, making her eyes widen slightly. She gulped as she looked at the man standing there nonchalantly, gazing at her.
There seemed to be an invisible force pressing her down as sweat formed on her forehead.
At that instant Hazel knew... she understood that he was just playing with her before. Even though she managed to hit him before, at this moment, looking at his dark eyes, she knew she was just lucky.
Observing his posture and the small glint in his eyes, Hazel couldn't help but purse her lips.
It seemed like the real duel was just starting.
Hazel swallowed as the her hand tightened around her dagger. But, in the next second, her eyes widened when Lance disappeared from her view.
'What the hell?'
