Iris:
As the fight continued, I noticed more and more warriors lowering their weapons and stepping back.
I could tell many of them had been forced into this war because Wilson had imprisoned their loved ones.
Now, as they watched me overpower him, hope flickered across their faces.
Maybe they finally believed they would be free.
Wilson staggered but recovered almost instantly.
His hand shot toward my throat.
I ducked, trapped his arm beneath mine, and flipped him over my shoulder.
He slammed into the ground hard enough to crack the earth beneath him.
Before he could recover, I grabbed his wrist again, yanked him toward me, and drove my fist into his face.
Once.
Twice.
Again.
Again.
Each punch landed harder than the last.
He couldn't land a single hit on me.
Every blow forced him farther back until he crashed to the ground.
Planting one hand and one knee against the dirt, he forced himself back to his feet.
Then he lifted his head.
His eyes began to change.
