Monster Luna Writes Her Own Destiny
I leaped through a narrow gap, my shoulder nearly touching the wood, and we returned to the center.
Hot breath, tongue ready to dart out, but Elune sniffed out a small victory. We deceived the rhythm. This time I set the tempo, drawing them into a pattern I knew—one, two, pause, one. As Luna Elire met the third strike, I broke the pause. My right claw caught Luna Meyra’s wrist, pushing her to roll safely, while my body bounced to lock Luna Carine from the side. We fell rolling—I was on top. Claws held at a respectful distance. It was over.
Cheers erupted. “Luna! Luna! Luna!” There were claps, there were playful whistles. Someone shouted, “The loser buys coffee!” met with thunderous laughter.
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