Chapter 165: No powers
Freya and Rhea faced each other, their breaths quick and shallow, the air thick with anticipation.
Kael had secured power-suppressing collars around their necks.
"No powers," he’d said, his hazel eyes glinting with a mix of authority and mischief.
"We don’t need the Haven crumbling or me getting roasted in your crossfire." The collars ensured discipline, forcing them to rely on raw physical skill—a test of hand to hand combat without depending on superpowers.
Tila and Lila remained in their room, their room was silent, which meant that the sisters were likely plotting their escape, or braiding each other?
But here, in the main room, the focus was razor-sharp on Freya and Rhea, their bodies taut, muscles coiled, ready for Kael’s next move.
Kael leaned against the wall. His grin was sly, his voice smooth as he laid out the challenge.
"Hand-to-hand combat. The rules are simple: remove both of your opponent’s nipple covers. First to do it wins. No holds allowed—pinning someone’s too risky in a real superhero fight. A villain’s power can surge, and if you’re caught holding them down, you’re toast. So, it’s all about attack, dodge, strike. Pure, relentless combat. Understood?"
Freya and Rhea nodded, their eyes locked on each other, the weight of the challenge sinking in like a blade.
Freya stood with her hands on her hips, her platinum-cyan hair cascading over her shoulders, the delicate threads on her nipple covers swaying with every subtle movement, catching the dim light in a tantalizing dance. Her navy pants hugged her curves, accentuating her confident stance.
Rhea, her crimson hair spilling in waves, kept her arms crossed tightly, her amber eyes narrowed, her white tank top replaced by the bare minimum—nipple covers with threads that trembled with her nervous energy, her black pants clinging to her lean frame.