"Careful where you hit, princess—I'm delicate," Rhian muttered with a half-smile, right before Nia's punch crashed into his side, hard enough to make his bones rattle.
He barely caught his breath when another fist came flying, fast and charged with gold static. Sparks jumped across his chest as it landed, knocking him back a step.
She didn't let up. Nia closed the distance in a flash, her body glowing faintly with lightning running beneath her skin.
Her speed was sharp, her rhythm relentless. Rhian moved fast enough to keep up, but just barely. She was fighting like someone with something to prove.
He gritted his teeth and slammed his fist toward her ribs. She blocked, but her stance shook. His strength still outclassed hers.
That part was obvious. Even enhanced, she couldn't overpower him. But she made up for it with control, pressure, and experience.
