124 A Losing Battle (1)

-_-_-_-_-Fleur's Perspective-_-_-_--

My body then immediately jolted out from the ground as I aimed my feet to land accurately on the wall of glass,

But my grip was suddenly ejected from the smooth surface of the wall, making me slip all through the ground. 

I wiped out my sweat dripping from over the strands of my hair. 

No matter how many tries I attempted to reach the height of the fan, I would always slip and plummet on the ground, making everyone present on the scene dejected on my performance.

"It's no use, Fleur!" Venice runs towards my direction and aids me to stand.

"Just a little bit more," I pleaded, wanting to bounce back at the wall, knowing that I'd soon fail again in my futile attempts. 

"Enough is enough!" She finally snaps and starts to pull me closer into her arms. "We will think of another way to reach the fan. Right now, help Grey and the others to fend off the zombies on the door."