Chapter 86
Vanya
The bell rang.
The fight began with a brutal blow.
Chris lunged first, swinging a heavy steel mace with the kind of force that could shatter ribs.
I barely dodged—felt the wind of it slice past my head, and the c***k of it hitting the ground reverberated through my bones.
Martin followed up, coming from the side with a wide blade, and Brown aimed low, trying to take my legs out.
Three on one.
A storm I was supposed to survive.
Their attacks came like lightning strikes, too fast, too close.
I blocked one with my staff but felt another slam against my side. Pain exploded in my ribs. I gasped, stumbling back, the taste of blood in my mouth.
They were trying to crush me with speed. With numbers.
And for a moment—it almost worked.
I hit the ground hard, knees bitin
