The fist connected with Miza's stomach and it was like hitting a piece of iron. He didn't show it but inside of his mind he wondered What has this woman been doing to be so gods damned tough?
While his mind raced to contemplate his next move, her fist connected with his chin, catching a portion of his cheek with it and knocked him back. He staggered a bit, shaking the flashing lights from his head and stretching his jaw. It had been a forceful blow and he knew that would leave a mark.
Through his stretching jaw and sharp breaths, "Ahhh....you're quick Miza... strong too....where'd you get that kind of training?"
As he shook his head to clear the lights, not more than a second, he didn't want her to answer. He wanted her mind elsewhere as he shot his leg out, trying to sweep her off her feet at the ankles.
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While his mind raced to contemplate his next move, her fist connected with his chin, catching a portion of his cheek with it and knocked him back. He staggered a bit, shaking the flashing lights from his head and stretching his jaw. It had been a forceful blow and he knew that would leave a mark.
Through his stretching jaw and sharp breaths, "Ahhh....you're quick Miza... strong too....where'd you get that kind of training?"
As he shook his head to clear the lights, not more than a second, he didn't want her to answer. He wanted her mind elsewhere as he shot his leg out, trying to sweep her off her feet at the ankles.
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