55: Their Dirty Tricks

Alexa She lunged at me with a sharp dagger swinging in her hand. I moved back into defensive mode. My body dodged several times to avoid the dagger’s swings. At one point, I blocked her arm that threatened me with the dagger, causing its tip to graze my cheek. A slight wound did not deter me from defeating her. With trained primal instincts, I searched for an opportunity as she thrust the dagger toward me. My body spun to the side, and I used all my strength to pull her arm. My hands snapped, twisting her wrist until the dagger fell beside my feet. I used her arm as leverage to jump. In a split second, my legs locked around her neck, bringing her crashing down to the ground. With my knee pinning her back, I threw some relentless punches at the side of her face. It was as if all my years of pent-up resentment would dissolve with each strike. Even though Lorraine’s face was bruised and reddened, I did not stop. A wolf dashed toward me. Its jaws gaped open, ready to maul me with its sharp