Lysandra grimaced as a chill ran through her veins, a chilling presence seeming to seize control of her very being.
She felt powerless, vulnerable – a feeling she despised more than anything else.
Rebecca stepped forward, her eyes blazing with fury. With a swift motion, she wiped away the blood that still lingered on her split lip, staring down at her crimson-streaked hand with disdain. Then, without warning, she lunged towards Lysandra like a predator closing in on its prey.
*THUD! *
The sound echoed ominously throughout the air as Rebecca's fist connected solidly with Lysandra's jawline, snapping her head to the side.
A spray of red droplets splattered against the ground, painting them with crimson drops.
Lysandra tasted iron; it filled her mouth, and her vision blurred momentarily from the impact but quickly cleared up again, revealing Rebecca standing over her menacingly.
