Chapter 85: And it began
Kael patted Freya’s shoulder, and stepped behind her, his hazel eyes sharp, his presence a steady anchor as he positioned himself just outside the doorway, the air thick with the promise of violence.
Freya’s fists clenched, her nails biting her palms, the memory of this woman—her betrayer, who’d crossed her after a heist and left her bleeding in a lonely alley months ago to die at the hands of the hero who lay the trap—igniting a fire in her chest.
And it began...
They charged, two A-class villains unleashed, their collars locking away their powers, forcing a clash of raw strength and technique.
The floor shook as they collided, Freya’s fist arcing toward the woman’s jaw, a blow meant to shatter.
The bear-woman smirked, anticipating. She twisted, her reflexes viper-quick, and countered with a brutal elbow to Freya’s ribs, the impact stealing her breath, pain flaring like a brand.
Freya staggered, her vision swimming, but her resolve held firm, her body moving on instinct and she stood tall again.
She blocked a follow-up punch, her forearm screaming from the force, and retaliated with a knee to the woman’s gut, forcing a grunt from her lips.
The bear-woman smirked stay still, as if plastered, her dark eyes gleaming with malice, and stooped to underhanded tactics.
She snatched a rusted nail from the floor and clenched it inside her fists, its jagged edge glinting between her fingers as she slashed at Freya’s face.
Freya jerked back, the nail grazing her cheek, blood welling hot and sticky, but she didn’t flinch, nor complained about her using a nail.