Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 697

Chapter 697: Not Over

They came for Islinda the most, and she fought the fiercest. She wasn’t exactly a skilled fighter, excelling only when she had a bow and arrow in hand, but there was no maiming rule, nor could she find such a weapon lying around. So she resorted to throwing her strength about, using it to her advantage.

After her, it was Ginger. While the servant girl looked sweet on the outside, she was incredibly strong, spinning her ability with remarkable skill. She was able to counter and cancel out the ice abilities hurled at them and save them from getting injured.

Milo, though small and deft on his feet, easily maneuvered around anyone who tried to capture him, playing small tricks that left the guards frustrated. Prince Wayne, with his sharp teeth, dutifully shared bites among those he could reach, causing chaos in their ranks.

If there was a weak link in the group, it had to be Gabbi. The human tried her best, but she was no match for the stronger Fae. Her efforts, though valiant, were not enough, and she was the first to be captured. Two guards grabbed her arms, pulling her away from the fight, while she struggled in vain against their grip.

Islinda, seeing Gabbi in trouble, let out a roar of frustration and charged at the guards, knocking one aside with a powerful shove. "Let her go!" she demanded, her voice fierce.

The guards hesitated, glancing at each other uncertainly, after all, Gabbi was not the target, but Elena’s sharp voice cut through the noise. "Hold your ground! Capture them all! Do not let them escape!"

One of them quickly knocked Gabbi out while the other went after Islinda. Elena watched from the sidelines with satisfaction as the guards renewed their efforts, and the fight grew more desperate.

Islinda fought with all her might, swinging her fists and using her raw strength to fend off her attackers. Ginger whirled around, her abilities creating a barrier of wind that knocked back anyone who got too close. Milo darted in and out of the fray, tripping guards and creating chaos with his quick movements.

Despite their best efforts, the guards began to close in, their superior numbers and training starting to overwhelm the small group.

"My lady, I can’t hold them back forever! Don’t worry about us, just get out of here!"

Islinda shook her head stubbornly, "No, I’m not leaving anyone behind," she declared, launching herself at the guards once more. Who knew what Elena would do to them? Especially Gabbi who was human. What if Elena killed her out of spite? No. She would rather fight to the death than let them go.

The battle continued to rage, but it was becoming clear that the tide was turning against Islinda and her friends. Neither did it help matters that more guards arrived to join the fight.

Ginger was soon overwhelmed, her powers finally succumbing to the relentless assault of the guards. They captured her, binding her hands behind her back. Her cries of frustration echoed in the room.

Milo, the nimble and quick-footed boy, was next. The guards had grown accustomed to his antics and had studied his movements closely. With a coordinated effort, they managed to trap him, grabbing him firmly and hoisting him off the ground. Milo struggled, but the guards’ grip was ironclad.

"Wayne!" Islinda cried out, her heart sinking as she saw her Wrry cat knocked to the side aggressively. Wayne whimpered in pain, a sound that pierced through Islinda’s fury.

Filled with anger at the sight, Islinda began to fight like a woman possessed. Her strikes were wild and powerful, fueled by a desperate need to protect her friends. She swung her fists, kicked, and thrashed against her attackers, making moves that she never knew that she was capable of and momentarily pushing them back with her sheer ferocity.

But the rule of battle was to never fight with emotion. Her rage made her movements reckless and predictable. The guards, seasoned warriors, exploited her vulnerability, moving in with precision.

One guard managed to catch her arm, twisting it behind her back, while another swept her legs out from under her. Islinda fell to her knees, gritting her teeth against the pain.

"No!" she screamed, struggling against the iron grip of her captors, her vision blurred with frustration and anger.

Despite her desperate attempts to break free, the guards were too strong. They forced her hands behind her back, binding them tightly. Islinda fought against the restraints, but it was no use. The guards had her firmly in their grasp, and she was powerless to resist.

"Oh, forgive me. There was exactly no time for talks." Maxi said, releasing her from the binds. freewebnøvel_com

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