Blaze
The buzz of the crowd around me had grown quieter, their murmurs like the low hum of bees as I stood in the middle of the clearing. It was almost amusing, how they all cowered and edged back, thinking they could hide behind one another. They didn’t understand—I wasn’t here for them. They were just background noise, a collection of insignificant faces that held no value to me.
Then, just as I expected, I felt it. The faintest shift in the air behind me, the telltale sign of an attack. It was almost too easy to sense. Kane. Always predictable. I didn’t even bother turning around. The fool thought he could catch me off guard, like I hadn’t been waiting for this exact moment.
In a blur of motion, I spun around, my arm snapping out faster than a whip. My hand caught his wrist mid-swing
