Jayden staggered backward, one arm frozen solid, blood painting his chest like war paint. His breaths came ragged, hot steam in the cold night air.
But his eye still burned.
The Winter Wolf stood tall, her frost aura pulsing like a blizzard heartbeat. She was calculating, emotionless. Her breath crystalized in the air like diamonds. She had every advantage.
But Jayden still had rage. He still had instinct.
He still had his right fist.
"...That all you got?" he coughed, spitting blood.
Then he grinned.
"Because I'm just getting started."
Then.. his aura flared.
Not just from power, but from refusal.
Refusal to stay down. Refusal to let her win.
Refusal to die so easily.
He clenched his right hand into a claw and took a step forward.
"I guess i have no choice… I'll have to kill you with one arm."
FWOOOSH!
A shockwave burst from him as he lunged—and vanished into the snowmist, disappearing from the spot in the blink of an eye.
