But as he brought his weapon down, the fox's eyes snapped open, molten fire burning in their depths.
With a sudden surge of will, she twisted free of the ground and lunged, her body moving in a flash of instinct and pain. Dirt scattered in her wake as she tumbled aside, landing hard but alive.
Amon clicked his teeth in frustration, the sharp sound cutting through his snarl.
He pivoted quickly, staff already rising for another strike, his intent clear. But just as he moved, a voice slithered into his mind—cold, sharp, and undeniable—stopping him mid-motion.
"Don't waste your time, filthy goblin. There's nothing you can do that would earn you a win against me."
Amon froze, his staff trembling slightly in his grip.
His first instinct was rage at the insult, but unease quickly smothered it.
