Aron watched in awe, his heart racing. He had never seen anyone, let alone a twelve-year-old girl, fight like this. Esme was fierce, her movements fluid and instinctual, every strike purposeful. She had an innate understanding of how to leverage her smaller size against her larger opponents.
Just then, the remaining guards regrouped, forming a tight circle around her. "Enough of this!" one shouted, trying to intimidate her. "You're just a kid! You can't take us all on!"
Esme smirked, a spark of mischief lighting up her eyes. "I'm not just a kid," she retorted, her voice steady and full of defiance. "I'm the one you should be afraid of."
With that, she launched herself forward, diving between the guards to create chaos. She elbowed one in the stomach and kicked another in the shin, all while keeping her watch safe in her grip. The guards were no longer just facing a child; they were facing a whirlwind of unexpected fury.
