Chapter 95

• Fenris's eyes blazed with fury as he charged straight at me. I ducked instinctively, dropping low and sliding across the ground, narrowly escaping the deadly arc of his claws. In a heartbeat, I sprang to my feet and unleashed a powerful roundhouse kick. I put everything I had into it, yet it only forced him back a few inches.
• A wicked grin spread across his face, his eyes glinting with excitement. I gritted my teeth, knowing I had to stay on the offensive while keeping clear of his claws. Maintaining distance was my best option, so I relied on a flurry of kicks. Despite my efforts, his claws found their mark more than once, tearing through my leggings and staining them crimson with my blood. The pain seared through me, drawing a guttural roar from my throat, but it also sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. My wounds healed almost instantly, yet the agony of his claws raking through my flesh was relentless.
• I refused to give in. This fight wasn't just about survival—it was about proving my strength. Slowly but surely, my attacks began to wear him down. Fenris's missed punches grew more frequent, and I could see the frustration darkening his expression. With each dodge, his movements became more erratic, his rage making him sloppy. Meanwhile, I adapted quickly, reading his strikes before they landed. His attacks slowed; my reactions sharpened. The pain lingered, but I pushed through it, focusing on the fight. Confidence swelled within me, and I closed the distance, landing a solid hit to his solar plexus before leaping to strike his massive jaw.