Chapter 263: A Special Kind Of Couple
Colin slammed his fist into Alexandria’s face with a wet thunk; the weight sent her stumbling back. She reeled, nearly falling over her own feet, but by some miracle, kept herself upright.
Erec winced at the chorus of gasping, but there was no help for it. That was the natural reaction when the groom punched the bride point-blank. And no amount of alcohol in the world would smooth over and make people forget what they had just seen.
Alexandria gave a series of rapid blinks, a hand going to the welling spot on her jaw.
“You can punch like that?” she asked.
“There is much you do not know about me, and even more you are unlikely to ever know,” Colin replied.
She grinned. "Well, you fucked up. Should've thrown a spell to start off with. I'm not about to lose a fist fight to a mage."
Colin began to reply, but the words never came out as three copies of Alexandria rushed forward. One was a bull rush right at Colin with a cocked-back fist. The second copy split off to the left, running across the top of a truck and coming down at him from above with a kick. The last copy went to the right, taking a wide sprint that ended in a vicious roundhouse.
Of course, Colin reacted the best he could. A small backstep. He braced himself, but defending against three attacks at once was impossible.
The roundhouse slipped through his guard, and the copies of Alexandria vanished, merging into the singular version of her as her right foot slid past Colin's block and snapped straight into his torso.