Kaede Kazama hit the floor like a sack of bricks.
Her sword skidded across the concrete.
Emma stood over her with faint crackles of electricity still popping around her fists from the superspeed impact she'd delivered only three seconds earlier.
Her chest rose and fell in steady breaths.
Her special goggles glowed.
Vixen blinked owlishly.
"Holy shit…" (◯.◯)
Tied in tight rope loops, Kaede didn't even twitch.
Emma shook her hands out and winced.
"Owwie. I always forget punching someone at Mach 3 still hurts like hell."
"Punch? Girl, you deleted her ass."
Vixen said with a proud little smile.
Kaede lay slumped, barely conscious.
Vixen crouched down, tilted her head, and poked her cheek experimentally.
Nothing.
Vixen whistled. "Yeah, she's… done."
Emma sighed while she rolled her shoulders.
"I think it's only fair you get whatever you dish out."
Vixen gave her that sly, fox-smart side-eye.
"I like you, Graves."
Emma folded her arms smugly.
