You must be her. I heard the smooth, elegant voice in my mind before I saw the gorgeous woman step out of the woods. Her dark brown curly hair fell past her shoulders. Her black eyes focused on mine.
I swallowed hard. This was not good. She ran at me. Her strike sent shards of pain into my skull, knocking me down. The breath rushed out of me. My lungs ached.
Stand up. Her voice sounded in my head again. Let's see how wonderful you really are.
She kicked me as I tried to get up.
She tried to stomp my hand, but I caught her foot, throwing her off balance. I leapt to my feet. Kicking my feet up, I threw a roundhouse right into her face.
It felt like granite.
I roared as she stumbled.
She growled, looking back at me. Her eyes burned with fury.
I tightened up, stepping in with strikes left and right. My breath flowed.
Blocking every strike, she swung to one side and circled to her left, placing each foot deliberately.
Her movements were smooth, controlled, her limbs flowing in perfect ribbons of motion.
My foot slammed into the ground as my ax kick missed.
She rounded into a crouch, sizing me up.
Be aware, my senses screamed.
My side ached as her steel elbow landed in my kidney.
I dropped to a split, thrusting my arms up as she double-backhanded dead air.