Liz Nadia's

The fight - Part 2

With the face partially covered a white veil mounted wrapped around the back of his neck, fused with the hijab, leaving only his clear sparkling round eyes. The uniform is also white-pride Moon Star, accented black on the edge of the front line, wrapped the body of Liz Nadiah at this time. 167 centimeters in height, her body, with a portion not too thin also not fat, enough to make the woman become another. Very pangling!

He walked confidently towards the arena after the last mainstay man I had, fell. Produce a match score of three to one. Too thin a hope of winning, given all the rest of his opponents, is a man - including Samwise.

All eyes wide stared at Liz Nadiah who started to climb the fighting arena. No one was unaware that the fourth mainstay of the Moon Star was a woman. Because viewed from any point of view, that figure, was still a woman.

Gus Ammar stared at him from under that waist-high arena, full of anxiety. He regretted enough, granting the wish of his adopted daughter to fight, replacing both of his mainstays who. "Share the Gift, O Allah," he murmured expectantly.

In contrast to the anxiety of Gus Ammar, the remaining three Select Tanding belonging to Rose Gold, actually felt this was not true. What does the world say, they're going to face a woman? But the contents of the mind and sense of prestige they were forced to fainthearted, because the committee passed the decision.

Samwise, it seemed that the man did not realize, that the one above the arena was Liz Nadiah. Because the veil worn by the woman was quite tight to hide the authenticity of her face. He smiled looking up at the arena. "Women who long for the afterlife" murmured Samwise mockingly.

"Don't give up, sir. Face me, like you're facing a man!" liz Nadiah said to the man whose opponent was still looking at him uncomfortably.

Finally, the referee hinted at a motion, for the two fighters to prepare with their horses.

Liz Nadiah momentarily chanted the do'a in her heart, pleading for protection for her. The business of winning, just a matter of luck, he thought was realistic.

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At this time the car that Sean was driving was creeping in traffic. Andromeda is quite upset. His pair of eyes continued to dictate every detail of the place he passed through. Since yesterday-after meeting Zack Shangra at the hotel, Andromeda has barely rested his body. Just less than an hour he took time to sleep, before dawn. Afterwards, he again invites Sean to continue his search for Liz Nadiah.

Where should he look?

Traffic jams are getting snaking, and their cars with their crazy are just quietly not moving at all.

After nearly twenty minutes, the car finally had a chance to move, despite crawling. But what Sean did outside Andromeda's plan. The assistant man instead turned the car he was running into somewhere.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Andromeda exclaimed in surprise.

"I'm tired, Young Master. It's free for us to force it" Sean said as he stepped on the brake pedal. "We'll rest first. Wait until the jams unravel."

The car was already parked in a large courtyard, where dozens of other cars were also parked there.

Andromeda's head was seen looking down at the street. And true what Sean said, all the vehicles on the road were silent again. I don't know when.

Sean got out of the car. His face seemed to circulate in all directions - intent on finding something to fill his dry throat. Until his eyes fell on a giant poster in front of the vast building that loomed before him. He exclaimed spirit. Tapping on the glass of Andromeda's closed car. "Young Master! Young Master!" call him.

Andromeda, who was leaning tired in her chair, looked at Sean who seemed excited to call her from the outside. Lazily he lowered the car glass next to it. "What's up?" ask her with a face.

Seen Sean pointed his index finger towards the giant poster in front of it. Although the distance of view on the poster is quite far, but the writing is also quite clearly captured vision Andromeda. After staring at him enough, he then turned his gaze back toward Sean - quite understanding with the wishes of his assistant, not least himself.