Ciara's POV
Pain… One of the most distracting things that I'd come to know of. I had been through it a lot with my father's training and with the Dark Bear Maria. The situation I was currently in reminded me of the pummeling that I had gone through when I was facing off with the females of the Dark mages. It might have not been a fair fight, but it didn't mean that I was supposed to get pummeled like that.
After Diego's first attack, a fist to the face sent me flying into the wall of the colosseum. Pain was the only thing I knew. "No one told me an Ice dragon in Elf form possessed the strength of ten men," I groaned from my me-shaped place in the wall.
"I guess the Queen was right about you not being a human… Humans are such fragile creatures… That punch alone would have killed you…" Diego said.
"I'm wearing armour, are you forgetting that?" I groaned.
