Chapter 11: Be My Disciple
Reya's shout of alarm was disregarded by the two, one attacking and one dodging and defending.
No matter how relentless Lara's hands and feet were, none of her punches and kicks landed.
Jethru moved with an agility that seemed impossible for a man in his fifties, dodging every strike with ease, his expression calm and composed. It was as if he could read her every move before she made it.
"Impressive," Jethru said, his voice steady despite the onslaught. "But you'll have to do better than that if you want to touch me."
In the end, Lara's young body gave in to exhaustion. Panting heavily, she slumped to the ground, her arms trembling from the relentless effort.
"Little girl, that was very impressive!" Jethru said with a grin, his voice tinged with genuine admiration. "I haven't fought like that in years. Some of your moves were quite intriguing. I haven't seen those styles before."
Lara shot him a glare, her frustration boiling over.
"Are you mocking me, old man?" she snapped, anger seeping into her tone. How could it be that none of her attacks had landed? Was it because her body hadn't fully recovered from the injury she'd sustained three days ago?
Jethru shook his head, his expression calm. "Not at all. You have real skill, girl—better than many men who are older and stronger than you."