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When Wayne's muscles bunched, and when he lurched and found footing again, Darius' eyes darkened, as though struggling with something within himself. Finally, Wayne lowered his fists, gasping. "Happy now?" he growled. Darius advanced, looming over him, chest heaving with controlled breaths. "Not until I see you fight." Wayne's gut plummeted. "Fight?" "Yes” "But I just started. How can I fight on my first day?” Wayne whined "Just trying to know which area needs more work and which area doesn't,” Darius replied. “I don't want to fight" “You don't have a say. It is for your own good.”

“No, not for real. I lied. Things are… they’re better in some ways, but still rough in others.” “You wanna tell me?” Nick ran a finger over the label on his beer bottle. “I – yeah.” Luke leaned back, giving Nick space. “Whenever you’re ready.” Nick nodded quietly, his eyes fixed on the beer label. He felt the waves of calm coming over the table at him, and he tried to just relax into them. Luke Rhodes was a goddamn survivor of a foreign war, one that had taken his hand, and despite that trauma, the man had made a whole new life after. A good life.

Upon seeing this, my family couldn't hold back any longer and charged forward. A huge fight broke out in earnest. The scene instantly descended into chaos. Everyone in my family was incensed. They showed no mercy to the Bakers. So, each person picked their target and fought with all their might. The situation grew more and more chaotic until, by the end, it was clear that my family had the upper hand and was pummeling the Bakers mercilessly. Even my eight-year-old nephew managed to land several solid kicks. The fight only stopped when the village chief, Richard Anderson, rushed over in a panic and broke it up.

I turned to Darius; similarly resolute, equally prepared for what was to come. And with that single battle cry, the entire field plunged into chaos. Blood and steel colored the night-a thorough chaos was the battlefield-the forest a tornado of rage that saw quite a few die. The clash of steel together, and the harsh yell of wolves as body rammed into body violently filled the night air. Moving with a lethal precision, my sword fell on those foolish enough to stand in my path. I could feel the power of the elixir that Darius had given me course through my veins, giving me strength beyond reason-and I used it like a man who didn't exist.

The announcer says when the laughter has subsided. Darius steps out of the cage opposite me, and the crowd roars loudly at his appearance. With a buzz cut and a scar slashing across his cheek, he's a towering figure, one who commands fear by presence alone. I remember him now. The Lycan. He’s the same man I watched before my first match, the one who tore a gnome in half in under twenty minutes. “And fighting against Darius the death bell is none other than the first slave of King Sven of Māui, Olivia the Fae,” The announcer voices, and again I'm not surprised when the crowds don't cheer for me.

May I tell you that I was beaten to the floor under Natasha's weight before the killer made a bold for it? ''But one thing I can tell you now,'' Donovan continued, ''is that I caught a glimpse of the killer's legs as I struggled to get back up in the blackout last night. Those were typical of a woman's limbs. The delicate movement, the looks, the ankles. They were glaring enough, comrades.'' Williams nodded, impressed by Donovan's careful observation and analyses. He maintained a brief gaze on Donovan before shifting his gaze round the table and back to Donovan again. ''Daniels, that's quite impressive. I mean, the detailed observation and dissection of little pieces of facts. It's quite imp

“I’m done playing games with you and the Italians. Just tell me what you need.” “Wow, X, you’re really different today,” Darius observed, leaning forward slightly. “You’re in a vulnerable position. I can’t handle seeing you like this. I’ve seen how you deal with women who try to get close to you—it’s pretty harsh. But this girl is different. I understand she’s your friend, but that doesn’t change who you are. You’ve fought in tough battles, and there’s no hint of gentleness in you. You manage to protect your own while showing no mercy to your enemies. It’s quite an impressive balance. You’re unlike any soldier I’ve ever had.” His smile was unsettlingly friendly, and he glanced down before me

alam kong handa na itong sumugod. I heard a light footstop coming from the left side and saw Darius with his glowing blue eyes. "Darius—" Pipigilan ko na sana siya dahil naglakad ito palapit sa direksyon ng relic. "Watch him," pagpigil sa akin ni Cassius. I watched him as he walked closer to the relic. Sobrang liit niya kung ikukumpara sa kalaban but the thing is, I know that Darius is way more powerful than the big rat...

I may have said all these to justify my eating with the alacrity of a ferocious war savage, but the truth was that I really just wanted to eat. My spoon had clanged back in the bowl as I rubbed my belly satisfyingly when I felt another presence within the environs of where we were— It was all so sudden. "Freya," Darius boomed as he marched towards me, a part of his face was covered in dried blood. His right hand was raised. Just before his hand connected with my cheek, a swift and sharp wisp of light flashed for a second and disappeared into his side, causing him to suddenly stay very still. He turned slowly to face the witch.

"All right." Theron's lips were pulled by a gradual smirk. One of his warriors moved forward as he held up a hand. The man had dark hair that fell just above his jawline, and he was tall and broad-shouldered. Waiting for the instruction to be released, his wolf lurked beneath the surface. Theron said, "This is Darius." One of my most formidable fighters. We'll take your suggestion into consideration if you defeat him. I shook off the fatigue from the previous few days by rolling my shoulders. I felt something terrible and raw as a result of the weight of Evans' absence and the uncertainty about her safety.