Noel Pov
I dodged Zayn's attacks. He was using his raw physical power, making holes throughout the arena. Some were big enough to swallow me whole. I had to be careful.
I tried to counter with my sword, but he blocked my attacks with his arms, the clang of metal against metal echoing in the arena. He was a walking tank, and I was a pesky fly.
I flew back and warped behind him. But he was ready for me. He spun around and punched me in the gut. The impact sent me flying, my wings struggling to keep me airborne. I used the gravity powers I had 'borrowed' from him to halt my momentum.
"You're predictable, merchant," he said, a smirk on his face. "You always warp behind me. A coward's tactic."
I gritted my teeth. He was right. I was predictable. I was falling into a pattern again...
"You're just mad because I can keep up with you," I said, my voice tight.
He laughed. "Keep up with me? You're a gnat buzzing around a lion. Annoying, but ultimately harmless."
