The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Seventy-five: what is that?

Krystal's POV

   I sat on the ice pillar in front of the castle. It had been two hours and the witch's champion was still testing his agility and strength. He was trying to rile me up and impress his queen at the same time but he was wasting his time. In the past, it would have worked because I was an impatient bitch, but now, I didn't see the need to play his game, especially since I had something else to ponder over.

   What was I thinking about? The "It" Raquelia sent me to get. At first, I thought I was imagining things when I heard voices calling Wynter's name, but it turns out I was sane. It started with the voices, then a voice, and then a powerful force trying to drag me over to it. I knew it was it. I didn't know why I felt that way but I just knew that the force belonged to the "It" I came for. I couldn't sense anything else and it felt as if my body had been enveloped in a cold hug, one blocking off most of my powers and blocking out my hearing. I couldn't hear anything but the voice.

   Yes, I did think it might be something the witch pulled off to get me to fail, so I also spent the last two hours thinking of how to fight with the little powers I had left and without my sense of sensation and hearing. It was going to be difficult, especially since I was trained mostly to rely on my hearing before my sight.

   The champion finally stepped forward, still doing an unnecessary flex of his shoulders. I jumped down from the column and stretched to free my cramps "Finally! I thought you were going to die there," he glared at me, his blue eyes flicking with green and yellow. Interesting. The champion was a beast man. He had a pair of white ears on his head, ears I couldn't identify. His white fur spread out all over his body, making him look like a hairy old man. He was also very tall with thick muscular legs and broad shoulders. His form was what others would call "intimidating".

   "Are you ready?" He asked. I couldn't hear him, but I could read his lips. I scoffed at his useless question but didn't reply. I was still thinking of how I was going to overcome this. I didn't have my ears to assist me and my skin had gone numb. I couldn't feel my body. My nose was also stuffy. I only had my eyes to work with.

This is bad.

   Folding my arms, I walked to the middle of the big compound. The witch sat on a balcony staring down at us. I could use my guns but that would be no fun, and it would be my last alternative.

   I tilted my head and watched him circle me, sizing me up with his eyes and looking for any weaknesses. If he suddenly disappeared, I wouldn't be able to find him. I just have to keep an eye on him so he won't pull a fast…

«Krystal, watch out!» Wynter yelled alarmed. Shit! The bastard moves faster than I thought. I was barely able to block off his hand hooks. He vanished before my eyes and the next thing I felt was a hard hit on my left rib cage. He continued to vanish and reappear, landing hits after hit on my body. He wasn't fast, he just knew how to teleport.

   He appeared fast in front of me and gave my chin an uppercut and then to my back again, attacking my spine. I went crashing into a pillar and breaking more bones. "Okay, I wasn't expecting teleportation and sharp reflexes," I moaned painfully. "And he's just warming up,"

   I staggered to my feet and stood against the wall so he wouldn't be able to teleport to my back. Any more hits on my spine and I'll be disabled. With my back against the broken wall, all I had to do was protect my front and sides. He relentlessly threw punches at me, using both speed and teleportation to try and catch me off guard. With every second, I was able to calculate and memorize his teleportation speed and find an opening for me. I found one by attacking the one weakness in every man.