Duel

All eyes were fixed on one point. The situation could have ended by now, one of the worst outcomes, but the appearance of a single person changed everything.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

Zayne squeezed the man's hand tightly, not at all in control of his power, which was already much greater.

"Argh? Who are you?" The man frowned with a contemptuous look, "Let me go! I have to teach this ungrateful bitch some basic manners!"

"Manners...?" Zayne muttered, exhaling cold steam, "How are you going to teach her anything if you're an uncouth pig yourself?"

Zayne loosened his grip slightly, allowing the man to release his hand and step aside.

"Go away. You've done enough." Zayne waved his hand as he stood in front of Elin, protecting her.

'Zayne...' Elin inwardly muttered, looking at Zayne's back, then a sad yet happy smile appeared on her face.