Izzy gave a heavy exhale shaky with emotion, and her gaze darkened at his ridiculing comments.
	She could not--[i]would[/i] not--lose. For Trevor’s sake, if nothing else, she had to put aside the gut-wrenching feeling about killing someone. No matter what shred of humanity he had shown her on the school rooftop, Cerasus was not human. He was a [i]monster.[/i]  But she only knew one sure way of doing the job, anything else falling under nothing more than speculation.
	She held her ground as Cerasus stalked toward her, watching his every move, every tense muscle that might indicate his first strike. 
	“I am [i]not[/i] your servant!” she snarled, then closed the remaining space between them, ready to bob or lean around any blows he attempted before trying to land an uppercut.