-Joanne-
Struggling against Conner’s strong grip, desperate to run after Isaac and then silenced when I watched him fight.
I gulped, the fight in my body slowly dimmed and I couldn’t peel my gaze away. Mesmerized how he controlled the white blue mist, the ice to destroy his opponents.
He kept this part from me, and I couldn’t blame him for it. He was vicious, toying with those who dared to come for him. He enjoyed this, he enjoyed their pain and suffering.
I could see it in the way he moved, the grin on his face. Taunting his opponents, daring them to attack. All so he could rip them apart. He gave them hope, hope they would win, but they didn’t stand a chance.
It should have made me feel fear, but it never came. All I could do, was stand there, wide eyed as a smile curved on my lips.
I wanted to fight like that, I wanted to be that powerful. Maybe he could teach me?