Xafir had withdrawn about twenty feet back whilst shielding Sola behind him, he was tense not because he wouldn't defeat Zeyn but because his mate was there.
"Sola leave!" his voice was still low but grim and it sounded edgy. A frown murred between his brows and muscles budged on his forehead showing how tense he was but his sharp gaze kept at Zeyn incase of any movement. Sola held onto Xafir's steady iron like arm with terror almost digging her nails in his flesh through his long sleeves and her lime green eyes wide open though she would have preferred to shut them. Zeyn was so scary.
