While Max struggled with his unfortunate predicament, the two sisters continued fighting with their lives on the line.
Antiope and Myrina moved like agile beasts, their bodies becoming blurs of green and blue as they exchanged one claw attack after another. Their movements were too swift for the naked eye to follow, and the longer their confrontation lasted, the faster they seemed to become, as though their bodies were only beginning to warm up.
Had Max witnessed their battle, even he would have hesitated before challenging either of them.
There was something ancient and savage about the way they fought, their movements resembling those of wild predators, with each attack flowing naturally into the next and their spectral claws leaving deep gashes in the trembling earth whenever a strike missed its target.
Yet despite their seemingly equal strength, there was one unmistakable difference between them.
