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“You think you can stop me?”

The response she had finally been waiting for came in out raspy. A broken, high-pitched hiss. At this point, the scent of rot overtook her nose, making her scrunch her nose in disgust.

“I personally think you need a bath, but something tells me it wouldn’t mean much for your kind.”

Her reply came with a laugh, hysterically crackling in her ears. Despite the stench Lunaira took deep breaths, slowly moving her fingers while doing so.

All of her limbs were loose, not completely relaxed nor were they locked. Deep rhythmic pounds paraded in her chest; the only sign she’d dare give away to her anxiety. Her now illuminated amethyst orbs carefully glanced in all directions.

There were few possibilities to explain why she had yet to see her opponent despite capturing them and she wasn’t liking how her luck was playing out.

“I’m going to enjoy feasting over you. Perhaps if you amuse me enough, I’ll make you join me.”