Moving With The Plan

It was clear from everyone that had been watching the fight so far that Hannah was on the back foot. They didn't blame her for struggling with the many different techniques that were being used.

If anything, they were surprised how she had lasted so long. The one saving grace in the match so far was that she hadn't received any serious injuries.

She had a few cuts on her clothing and a mark on the side of her face, but that was all, and now with a new determined type of look on her face, she was ready.

'Come on,' Liam thought, holding swords in both of his hands. 'I'll take you out in my tornado of skills once again. I'm not strong like the others, so this is my way of winning!'

Liam was ready for anything that was to come at him, and he saw Hannah running forward once again; she placed her hand over the sword, and it started to glow with power.