Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1166

Aspen's scream pierced the night. For a moment, she was certain bullets would tear through her. However, Andrew's arms locked around her, shielding her completely as he kicked the shredded sofa aside.

Then, a gold needle flashed from Andrew's fingers. The burly and tall Andarov Markovic snarled as his right wrist erupted in pain, and his Desert Eagle clattered to the floor.

Shocked and angry, Andarov quickly raised his other gun, ready to continue firing. Just then, Andrew blurred across the room and crushed an uppercut into his jaw.

"You're alive! Good. I'll peel your spine out myself and avenge my subordinates!" Andarov yelled. He dumped his remaining gun, elbows smashing Andrew's strikes.

Just like that, the two started fighting in the lobby on the first floor.

Srovikan fighters were already brutes, but Andarov was a wrecking ball. Every collision splintered walls, and every missed punch cratered the floor. Before long, the villa, already in ruins, was destroyed further.

Aspen's nightwear was already torn in several places, revealing her smooth skin. Seeing that Andrew seemed to be at a disadvantage, she exclaimed anxiously, "I'll help!"

"Stay down!" Natasha snapped, rushing downstairs. "You'll just get in his way."

Andarov swung a brutal punch straight at Andrew's head, but Andrew tilted just enough to avoid it—clean and precise.

The punch did not stop there. It smashed straight through the villa's outer wall, exploding stone and dust in a violent display of raw power.

Andarov sneered, "You Holtrien soldiers probably don't know my name. I'm the commander of the Blood Wolf Mercenaries. Before I retired, I served in the Eclipse Protoco, and there's actual footage of me standing guard outside the Zlatodvor Court! But unfortunately for you, you won't live long enough to appreciate any of my former glory."

With a vicious grin, a combat knife suddenly slid into Andarov's hand. He spun it with expert precision, slicing the air with ghostly afterimages as he launched a relentless series of attacks.

Each strike came fast and deadly, but Andrew dodged every single one by the skin of his teeth, his movements so smooth and precise that Aspen and Natasha watched with bated breath, palms slick with cold sweat.

Two minutes in, Andarov was panting like a wild beast, his knife hand trembling from fatigue.

He roared in frustration. "You Holtrien monkeys—endurance is all you've got! Andrew, if you've got any guts, fight me head-on!"