Luke and Layla were locked in a stalemate, fist against fist. Layla slid backwards against the floor, struggling to keep her grip. Sneering, Luke suddenly retracted his fist and slammed it into Layla, sending her flying against the wall.
"I thought this was supposed to be between us," Luke panted, "You'll just have to be grateful I don't like an audience."
Layla scrambled up against the wall, and opened her palms as she summoned her Replicatibow. She nocked a stunning arrow and fired. Luke swatted the arrow out of the air, flashing near his face.
It successfully stunned him. Even if it was for a split second, it was enough for Erin. She swung two blood swipes and charged in with her sword.
[HP 49/95]
