Monster Luna Writes Her Own Destiny
We spun in a circle, sizing each other up.
Luna Carine roared, charging forward. I countered. Our collision shook the ground. Dust flew like war dust. Luna Meyra entered, feinting with light steps, then—her sharp claws swept across my shoulder. Sweet pain spattered, sharpening my focus. I spun quickly, my teeth snapping at the air beside her ear—a warning. Luna Elire executed a cross maneuver, her claws screeching across the ground, etching the clay like sharp calligraphy. She tried to trap me in the corner of the fence. I leaped through a narrow gap, my shoulder nearly touching the wood, and we returned to the center.
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