Ariana’s POV
A punch came right at my abdomen, on the same spot I was hit.
This time, it hurt a lot worse because the force used was nearly three times faster… and stronger.
Instantly I coughed out blood, my eyes going hazy for a moment.
Maybe I shouldn’t have just run in front of the door leaving me with no appropriate defense or offense but it was my responsibility to protect Nero.
Another punch came flying across my cheek, heavy damage falling on my bleeding gums.
If I continued like this without an appropriate defense I was as good as dead.
I didn’t expect this degree of power or strength from one opponent, especially one that aimed to kill me as gruesomely as possible.
I struck out my fists for a punch when Milo held it, surprising me.
Painfully, he bent and twisted my wrists, nearly breaking them when I yelled out.
Were these one of his abilities? Predicting attacks.
If he was just this good then I was in a serious problem.
