Feeling her blood boil, Roxanne tightened her fist once more and decided to pour every ounce of concentration on the man before her. She ignored the endless noise of the crowd, turning down the volume as everything faded away.

All that was left, her and her enemy.

In terms of overall ability, she was superior, but his skill made hers pale in comparison. If she was to replace this with brute strength, she would ruin the game.

“A part of being a werewolf is learning to control your strength” Damien always told her in training.

This was one of the moments. Previously, she had suppressed her strength entirely, in order...