390. Seven More Years

Sylvester smelled too many things, but the one scent that overcame all the others was the scent of death — absolute and complete bitterness. The bolts of thunder that surrounded her looked dangerous and, for sure, could harm a man of Sylvester's level. 

"Calm down, woman! I was supposed to go full power, not you!" Sylvester shouted as he stopped wasting solarium on his attack and focused everything on the defence. 

Aurora didn't seem out of control and sounded fully coherent, albeit her voice seemed muffled due to the lightning bolts surrounding her. "This is a serious spar, Sylvester. You pushed me to get serious, so now prepare to defend. Here I come!" 

Woosh!

She disappeared from the spot. 

Bam!

Sylvester didn't even see anything and only felt something make contact with his left side ribs. It was intense, like a punch that hit his liver.