XIX: The final bout Part 3

I smiled at the prince as I switched to fire breathing and felt the change.

Before, using fire-breathing allowed me a small increase in my speed and reflexes, but now it was as if the entire world stopped as I ran forward, landing a rising kick right on his handsome face and sending him flying again.

He managed to roll and catch himself before being pushed off the arena. Fuchai spat on the ground, and I saw that I had drawn blood. Then he glared at me and stood on guard again.

After a moment of tense silence, I spoke collectedly, "What's up, Fuchai? Aren’t you going to teach this little girl a lesson?” I bat my eyelashes at him, and his face twisted in confusion.

“Have you always been this fast?” he said, clearly taken aback by the changes in me. He took a step away from the end of the arena and I head the public let out a deep disappointed breath.

“Maybe?” I played the innocent, raising my hands for emphasis.