Scroll Of Wrath [BETA] COMPLETE

|Chapter 8.2| Dragon princess - Fox spirit prince

The two Kesmes stepped aside, giving their juniors space to prepare. The Great Kesmes held onto Rahn so he didn't get caught in the crossfire. Zarek turned to Hadassah, his expression serious. "Try not to drag me down."

Hadassah nodded, gripping her staff tightly. She glanced at her opponents. The girl in armour was already drawing her Glaive, her eyes locked onto Hadassah with an intensity that made her stomach churn. "You've fought them before?" she asked Zarek, who seemed way too calm.

"No, but fights between juniors happen often. It's like a Great Kesmes's way of bragging." He glanced at her sideways, "you won't die anyway."

'Is this his way of telling me not to be afraid?' Her eye twitched.

The man with the fan simply smiled, his eyes never leaving Zarek. "Ready when you are," the armoured girl said, her voice cold and steady. Hadassah couldn't believe how scary the girl was; she was just a pipsqueak, carrying around a glaive which was double her size with ease and decked out in armour. That couldn't be normal.

The Great Kesmes raised his hand, signalling the start of the match. "Begin!"

Hadassah took a deep breath, trying to focus on the energy within her. The pipsqueak didn't give her much time to think; before Hadassah could even blink, she had closed the distance between them. The girl's brute strength was insane. Each missed strike broke the arena, creating small craters. Hadassah was scared shitless and struggled to focus long enough to use her staff.

Meanwhile, Zarek and the man with the fan engaged in hand-to-hand combat. Zarek was always one step ahead, dodging and countering with precision. The man with the fan commented, "You're a divination Kesmes, right?"

Zarek didn't answer, but the man continued, "Unfortunately, I only make potions." Zarek noticed a set of beads around his opponent's waist, from which he brought out a potion and drank it. "Even if you can see one step into the future, you can't do anything if I'm too fast for you."

Hadassah, on the other hand, dodged like her life depended on it, but each hit came closer and closer to hitting her. Rahn was getting anxious, his eyes darting between Hadassah and the armoured girl. He fidgeted nervously; his hands clenched into fists. "Hadassah...in danger?" he asked, his voice trembling with worry.

The Great Kesmes placed a reassuring hand on Rahn's shoulder, his voice calm and steady. "Hadassah will be fine, Rahn. She's just playing."

Rahn looked up at the Great Kesmes, his golden eyes filled with uncertainty. "But...she looks scared."

"She always looks scared."

Rahn thought about it and nodded, she must be fine.

Hadassah realised she could never counter the girl's brute strength. Each swing of the glaive was like thunder, narrowly missing her but creating craters in the arena floor. She was already panting from the effort of dodging, her heart pounding in her chest. This had to be worse than running from bloodhounds.

The armoured girl glared at Hadassah, her patience wearing thin. "You're like a cockroach! Just die already!" she spat, frustration evident in her voice.

'I thought there was no dying!?'

Hadassah's eyes widened in terror as the girl's Glaive began to glow with an ominous light. The weapon shifted and expanded. In moments, the sleek glaive had transformed into a massive hammer, the head of which glimmered menacingly in the light.

"You've got to be kidding me," Hadassah muttered, her voice barely a whisper as she tried to process the change. She took a step back, her grip tightening on her staff.