Snow smiled as she met Raiden's golden gaze. Just seeing her was enough to send excitement coursing through his body.
Raiden held Snow's fist tightly in his grip, but from the look on her face, it was obvious she had no intention of backing down either.
They acted as one in that moment, connected by some unspoken understanding. Raiden's punch buried itself in Snow's stomach while her fist crashed into his jaw.
Just that single blow from Raiden made Snow spit blood, yet she savored every moment. The next several minutes filled the space with the sickening sounds of brutal, bone-crushing impacts.
Raiden absorbed each brutal impact, blood streaming from his nose. Snow's relentless speed barely allowed his regeneration to function. Yet this transformed version of him savored the agony, finding euphoria in both the pain he received and the damage he dealt.
