As Frost's strength gave out, his face twisted. A mixture of intense pain and stark refusal marred his expression. The young man internally roared, chastising his body, ordering it to remain strong but unfortunately sheer will could only carry him so far.
The moment his knees hit the soft, blood soaked snow they became totally unresponsive, silent as rocks. He was no longer capable of defending himself.
The frost giants, Bella included couldn't help but smile from ear to ear at such a sight and while the massive woman proceeded to then lick her lips and show a famished glint in her eyes the others let out long held breaths of relief.
The young Dungeon core was a wily foe, an enemy none of them could even hope to win against. Only Bella could deal with him and even then the mighty priestess was adorned in dozens of freshly carved scars.
