KING
I knew what I was doing. I saw the anger boiling in her caramel brown orbs. It satisfied me that she was feeling the same thing as me. Fury.
A look of pain crossed her innocent face, which morphed into pure rage. She furrowed her black eyebrows, a crease forming on her forehead. Her eyes were spitting lava at me that I felt the temperature rose in the room.
Without warning, she charged at me like a tigress. Though I managed to dodge her attack, she took me by surprise there. I was not expecting her to be that fast.
Before she could regain her position, I swiftly turned around her, and jabbed her in the back with my elbow. She fell on the mat, and a whimper escaped her mouth. She looked at me with such anger that if she could, then my head would have been presented on the silver platter.
