In the west, Lily stood against the White Tiger.
Fast. He knew that the White Tiger was fast beyond his comprehension. He had been shown as such when the tiger had rushed towards him, yet the tiger stopped a distance away from him.
Lily's heart pounded as the White Tiger disappeared from his vision. One moment it had been staring at him from across the field, low and unhurried, and the next it was simply gone.
He raised his wand and scanned the field frantically. Where had it gone? To his left? No, wasn't there. To his right? No.
He had gone through very harsh training in Herene. It had taught him to read enemy movements, to predict attack patterns, and to respond with the appropriate counter. None of that training had covered an enemy that could move faster than his eyes could track.
"There!" Lena's voice rang out vaguely from his left.
