Keira's Pov

It was a suicide mission.

There were ten opponents in three sets. The first three had bulky muscles, rippling in their arms, veins shooting in their legs, their faces shaped in grim hatred like a writing set in stone.

They looked to be thrice my size. Honestly, I could have sworn they were breathing out smoke from their nostrils.

The next four were dressed in long white robes, and looked slim, yet deadly like long thin swords with the sun bouncing off the blade. One would ...