David attacked the same way he always did.
Because he liked to keep the fights short, he dashed toward his opponent and took them down before they had any time to react.
So, as usual, he dug his feet deep into the ground, his eyes shining darker shades of purple, and expelled toward Grace.
She, in turn, had seen many of David's fights up until now, so she wasn't surprised to see him attempt to take her down the same way he took down his other opponents.
She raised her hands in front of her and spread out her ten delicate fingers evenly.
It was rare for her to go all out, but she couldn't afford to hold back considering who she was up against.
David's eyes widened as suddenly hundreds of golden threads appeared all around the arena.
Before he could react in any way, a lot of them moved and wrapped around his body.
In just the span of a second, he was immobilized.
He gritted his teeth in regret.
At that moment, he heard a menacing chuckle behind him.
