While Ali was airborne, her adversary had a clear opportunity to end her life.
But he didn't act; instead, he merely watched her with a cold sneer... a gesture more painful than death itself.
Defeated... again...
Her teeth bit through her lower lip, drawing a line of blood down her chin.
The confidence built from long hours of training was nearly shattered in these brief exchanges.
Taking a deep breath, Ali hid her despondent eyes.
Even if she was no match for her opponent, Lilianne was still in their hands.
Given this, she had no time for self-pity.
Even if it meant her death, she had to rescue Lilianne.
In a deserted alley, Greg hurried along, his package—now revealed to be a sinister weapon—in hand.
He glanced at the rooftops to his left and right; no one was in sight... but Greg dared not relax.
He knew the moment he showed himself, the enemy would not let him go.
