Earlier
The Commander vs Greg
Greg charged spear first. With one flick of the Commander's wrist, he was swatted aside. Another strike followed— never giving Greg a chance to breathe. Without Overhaul, his body simply couldn't keep up.
Each clash painted him redder, his own blood soaking through his clothes.
Finally, a hammer strike smashed into his face.The impact hurled him across the battlefield, shattering the fence driving him outside.
The Commander smirked confidently, because in that moment he had taken out the only viable threat stopping his path.
Greg's body didn't even flinch. His eyes remained shut, bruises glowed across his skin.
Suddenly, a tall shadow loomed over him. A familiar voice followed.
"You oversold this one!" she said— Her hands rested firmly on her waist, oversized muscles tensing with aura.It was the black girl who ealier quarreled with Greg about the boys.
For a few seconds, no reply came. The silence weighed heavy, but she stood firm.
