It happened quickly, flashes in the dim light of the dungeon as if watching an old movie reel run out. Vivian snapped the ties around her wrist, gripping the chair tightly as she pulled hard, snapping the ties around her ankles holding the chair to her feet. With that, the chair became her weapon as she made contact with Liam’s head.
Stunned, but not taken down, Liam responded by landing a solid kick to Vivian’s open chest. Despite the fact they had trained together, mimicking each other’s moves as they fought, Vivian had the advantage. She knew Liam was recruited, which meant he didn’t have the magical blood that Vivian possessed as a born hunter. It gave her strength, speed, and just enough of an advantage over Liam to pin him to the concrete floor, her forearm pressing down on his larynx, seconds from crushing it and killing him.