WHOOSH.
Freya and Raphael landed side by side, the battlefield trembling beneath them. Dust and smoke swirled around the massive crater where Wraith and the brute had crashed.
Silence.
Then—
A deep, guttural growl.
The brute's massive frame twitched. Muscles spasmed. Bones cracked back into place. His breathing was ragged, but the monster wasn't done yet.
Wraith was worse. Blood dripped from his mouth. His arm hung limp, his clothes in shreds. But his eyes? They still burned.
Freya sighed. "Tch. Annoying."
Raphael rolled his shoulders, golden eyes locked on the brute. "I'll handle this one."
Freya didn't argue.
WHOOSH.
She disappeared.
Wraith barely had time to blink before—
BOOM!
Freya's knee slammed into his gut.
His body folded.
CRACK.
An elbow smashed into his jaw, sending him reeling.
But before he could even think about recovering—
BAM.
A roundhouse kick to the ribs.
Wraith spat blood as he flew backward, smashing into a boulder.
