It was quickly apparent that Annalynne's abilities were still beneath Lowell's. The latter was able to parry all of Annalynne's hits smoothly.
While Lucien expected the match to be over rather quickly, the crowd was stunned to watch the two alpha candidates in the arena exchanging blows without moving even an inch toward the match conclusion.
"Erm."
Desmond leaned closer to Lucien.
"What the hell is happening?"
Lucien shrugged.
"I also want to know."
"If I were Lowell, I would kick Annalynne off the arena in the first five minutes," Desmond said with a shrug.
"No offense," he quickly added when he saw the sour expression on Lucien's face.
Lucien disliked hearing Desmond's bold statements, but he had to secretly agree. Just what was Lowell doing?
In the arena, Annalynne was slowly losing her cool. She glared at Lowell angrily, her composure unraveling into a series of uncoordinated attacks.
