The referee fled from the field instantly. I would have laughed but for my precarious situation.

"Do you think I would let you win over me, witch?" The dark mage gloated, finding strength in his knees, standing erect, cold eyes washing over me.

I let him lift me above the ground, even squirmed my legs for show, pretending to be struggling in the confines of the dark threads.

But as much as I had been late to stop the spinning threads, I had been fast enough to activate my body heat, the innate magic that surrounded my skin, that stopped nonsense from penetrating.

Around us, more cheers, for the male....