Sophia looked up after she stabbed. She felt the resistance and believed that she had penetrated, but as she looked up, she saw the sword grasped tightly in Aren's hand, the tip stopping a few inches from his chest.
Aren looked down slowly, looking at the shimmering blade, and then he looked up at her. Their eyes met, and she stared in disbelief.
"Game over," he muttered, and instantly, she felt the eyes of not one, but several shadow wolves locked on her, including the lightning shadow wolf. It felt like an invisible pressure was stacked on her, and even breathing got difficult.
While holding the sword, Aren punched. It ripped through the air like a whip and slammed into her guts, indenting her armor and reaching her body. She arched backward, coughing out saliva.
He proceeded to yank the sword out of her hands and kick her right in the chest, sending her flying. She slammed against the ground in a rough roll until she came to a stop.
