"Get into position," Kraven commanded, with his deep firm voice.
Isadora swallowed a lump in her throat, she did as instructed and raised her balled fist close to her face.
Kraven licked his lips, eyeing her stance and pacing. He nodded like he had come to some fruition.
"As a mannfae, your muscles are weak, your bones can break easily. A hit from me is akin to getting slammed by a boulder."
She gulped.
"Your fight with Nyssa for instance… tell me how you felt."
"Just like you said…" she confessed. "I felt like dying."
"The Spine or your duel which made your blood boil?"
Her teeth clenched. "The duel."
"And why? Surely it had to be the Spine, you spilled blood and broke bones on that obstacle, and yet no one gave fucks you did," he paused and raised an eyebrow. "Only because you didn't have an audience."
Isadora kept silent, yet her chest burned. The thought of it made her body numb, the same way it burned with the tingling heat of rage.
