Chapter 119

The next ten minutes, the lone street filled with panting grunts, a deadly blur of one 6'2 man, careful and defensive and a 5'8 woman never tired of attacking him, deciding each other's fate with every swish of their blades.

Subtle was not her forte, he knew she'd go for his shin first. It had the reverberating factor. The shin, the bridge of his nose. What he hadn't prepared himself was the jarring weight of her heel. She flew at him and he re-positioned himself, face protected, body angled, giving her enough space to carry out her attack but also to defend himself. He rotated back and forth on the balls of his foot. When she realized he merely suffered a few cuts, she went for the wall, like cats always do. He owed Rhys a drink. Rhys had turned him to husk because they were fighting in closed space and no one knew walls better than cats.

It happened rather quickly. She used the concrete stack to thrust her full weight at him. First kick caught him in the shoulder. He didn't budge,