Polly stood still in the arena. Her black blindfold remained over her eyes, but her lips were pulled back into a cold, terrifying sneer. Her breathing was heavy, and the air around her began to hum with a dark, dangerous pressure.
The shadow user panicked. He drew a black dagger and melted back into the shadows to attempt another surprise strike.
Polly remained still, her ears tracking the subtle vibration in the ground.
The man erupted from the shadow directly behind her, thrusting his dagger toward her spine.
This time Polly was ready.
She ducked under the blade, seized his extended arm, and hurled him overhead, slamming his back onto the ground with earth-shattering force.
BOOM!
The shadow user gasped out, blood spurting from his mouth.
Polly didn't give him a moment to breathe. Standing over him, she raised her fist and brought it down on his head. But the man saw it coming and desperately sank back into the shadows at the last second.
Her fist struck the floor.
