While Ali was airborne, her adversary had a clear opportunity to end her life.
But he didn't act; instead, he merely watched her with a cold sneer... a gesture more painful than death itself.
Defeated... again...
Her teeth bit through her lower lip, drawing a line of blood down her chin.
The confidence built from long hours of training was nearly shattered in these brief exchanges.
Taking a deep breath, Ali hid her despondent eyes.
Even if she was no match for her opponent, Lilianne was still in their hands.
Given this, she had no time for self-pity.
Even if it meant her death, she had to rescue Lilianne.
In a deserted alley, Greg hurried along, his package—now revealed to be a sinister weapon—in hand.
He glanced at the rooftops to his left and right; no one was in sight... but Greg dared not relax.
He knew the moment he showed himself, the enemy would not let him go.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!