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"You bastard!"

Ronali's voice rang out like a war cry, filled with a mix of fury and fear as she watched her brother tumble through the air. She bolted towards Rony, but Luke's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her back.

"Let me go, you bastard!"

She spat, thrashing against his iron grip. But it was like trying to wrestle with a tree.

Luke was the village's golden boy, pampered and trained with the best resources the tribe could offer. In terms of strength, he was leagues ahead of her.

After all, it was common knowledge that Luke was next in line to be a village elder—a position reserved for someone stronger, louder, and more obnoxious than anyone else in the tribe.

"Come on, this is a fight between men."

Luke said, smirking as he tightened his grip.