TAYLOR’S POV “Do your worst Bitch.” I spat out. Eretria rushed me swinging her dagger, I blocked the knife. I could only guard with my claws, I had no weapon on me. But my claws were enough. That’s what I thought. The fight went on for god knows how long. I was too busy taking blows so I could defend the flower. Eretria was coming in strong with every hit, I was bleeding a lot. I couldn’t call Pandora. She would cause chaos and forget the most- important thing. I thought I had it all under control until she conjured some spell and threw a knife at me. I blocked it with the box. The knife blew up, throwing me right into a tree. My back hit first, the sound of my spine crack filled my ears. I crumbled to the ground. “Finally!!!” she yelled, panting and sweating bullets. Her knives had finished. She was covered in the bruises I managed to inflict. She laughed her heart out, feeling victorious. I raised my head and looked at the shattered box. That Jasmine Flower was on the bare san
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