"BEGIN!"
[Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.]
I barely have time to blink before Marcus is on me, his magic slamming into my hastily erected shield like a goddamn freight train. The force of it sends me skidding back. Almost instantly, I'm at risk of getting pushed off my circle!
I've spent a lot of time pushing myself in the gym. The force that I'm feeling right now? The gym can't even compare.
[Shit, he's strong!]
I grit my teeth, pouring more mana into my shield. It flickers, wavers, but holds. For now.
Marcus grins at me from across the circle, the cocky prick. He's not even breaking a sweat.
"Mmm, not bad little kitty!" His voice booms across the arena. "But how long can you keep this up?"
[I'll show you a little kitty, you arrogant fuck.]
