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“She whined less than a lot of men I’ve trained. Though I had to deal with Krew for every bruise and nick.” He used his own magic to take a shot at my middle. And then in one quick move, he unleashed his green strands of magic to make the ground beneath me feel as if it were frozen into ice and swung at my head.
I willingly ducked, knowing I would slip and fall. A hurt derriere was better than definite decapitation, I always said.
As I put my sword up anticipating his next move, I felt a pang of familiarity. One I should not be feeling at this juncture.
I rolled, lest I be hit by Owen again from the sword and decided I was done with Owen having all the fun.
I sent my power to form chains to Owen’s feet while I spun around him and delivered an elbow directly to the middle of his back.
“Get wrecked,” he wheezed.
And then I did something I had learned from him. While he distributed his weight to his back foot with my next advance, I redirected and moved at his shoulder, knocking him to the ground in the brief moment he was off-balance.
I held my sword at his heart.
“Dammit,” he scowled. “Using my own moves against me.”
“I’ll take that as your yield,” I laughed.
But then as quickly as I laughed, my own powers flared as dark blue cords of magic wrapped around my middle.
And in one swift move, while I heard the roar of a dragon, I was yanked directly out of the stadium.
CHAPTER 11
Esta landed at the same time I did, but I wasted no time cutting the magic off me and sprinting toward my attacker.
He was also running toward me, a grin on his damn face.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I told him right before I hugged him hard.
“I rather think he was right on time,” Owen supplied as he landed near us, traces of his green power still around him. “It may or may not have been my idea to mess with you a little.”
Krew hugged me back equally as hard. “I wanted to come, brother.”
Smoke came at either side of us, and I spun to find Esta there, in her dragon form, looking like she was ready to crispify my brother, the king of Wylan.
“Krew,” I laughed. “Next time warn Esta, would you? You are lucky you didn’t get eaten.”
Krew gave her a nod of his head. “Apologies, Your Gr—” his words trailed off as he took in her size, in all her dragon glory. His wide eyes met mine before he let outa choke of a laugh.
“I know,” I told him. “I so know.”
Esta was still glaring, so I sent some tendrils of warmth racing along her skin and wrapping around her scales. A peace offering.
Esta shifted back, smacking me with her wing in the head as she spun, only to cross her human arms and roll her eyes at me. “What is it with you Wylan men? You see a dragon for the first time and you smile.”
“With joy, sweetheart,” I explained to her. “Dragons exist. That’s something to be excited about.”
She squinted at me. “Fine.”
Krew reached out his hand, “Sincere apologies, though, Your Majesty. I did not mean to laugh. Just truly shocked to see your dragon form for the first time.”
Esta’s eyes went from mine to his. “Welcome to Dra Skor, King of Wylan.”
“We would have let you all know ahead of time, but my wife insisted we did not.”
“And he always listens to his wife,” Owen provided, giving Krew a slap on the back.
