CEDAR
Myka had been putting up a good fight. She deflected most of the blows directed at her, but even when she was hit, she continuously pushed through the pain to strike back harder. I would dare say she matched the Alpha wolf’s strength. For an instant, I truly believed she could win, and it filled me with pride. However, I soon realized that something was wrong.
Every other leader present noticed the moment when the she-wolf started moving slower. Like me, they could tell she was getting tired. The same couldn’t be said about Cirus’ beast, who continued to strike relentlessly. The energy in the air changed, as if the spectators could anticipate the outcome of the battle. Their sad sighs and surprised gasps led me to believe they were disappointed to think that Myka would lose.
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