BOOOOOM!
Sigurd crashed heavily into the wall of the hall, causing cracks to spread in all directions. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale.
Slowly, he slid down the wall and knelt on one knee, his heart racing as he looked at Seraphine in the distance with fear in his eyes.
But that fear quickly turned to anger and fury. He stood up, turned into a blur, and shot towards Seraphine with incredible speed.
BANG!
However, in the next moment, he was sent flying back, crashing against the wall, his face now bloodlessly pale.
His eyes blazed with anger and a desire to kill. He couldn't believe he had been defeated by Seraphine in just one move. The guests watched Sigurd in disbelief, shaking their heads and giving him mocking looks.
As Sigurd stood up, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His gaze was icy as he stared at Seraphine, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
