Mate Rebound
drove my friendship’s death turned my role as Vessel Secondary into a weapon, and we advanced.
The guard launched, his blade slicing toward my chest, but I avoided it, grabbing a steel rod from the ground, and hitting it into his arm, the noise of the bones breaking. He groaned, staggering, and I slammed his chin, his jaw snapping, and blood spraying. Lyra moved. Her fist hit another guard’s nose, blood surged, and Elara tackled the third man, her knee banging his tummy, and he shouted. The fourth guard whacked me. His nails skimmed my arm, stinging, blood oozing, but I thrust the rod into his chest, feeling his ribs break and his body fall. My strength surprised me. There was an aching plea
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