The castle compound glowed in daylight as Hades and Ava faced each other. Both were strong, muscles tensed, ready for the fight.
Ava struck first, moving like a fox in motion. Her hands and feet flowed in a perfect rhythm, each strike testing him. Hades met her blows with brute strength, blocking and parrying, but her speed kept him constantly adjusting.
She didn't stay in one spot. Dropping low, she spun on her palm and aimed a kick at his ankle.
Hades read her move and jumped, landing behind her.
He launched a front kick at her head, but it didn't connect.
DHAK
A solid sound rang out as Ava brought her arm up just in time. She glanced over her shoulder. "Impressive reflexes."
Hades chuckled. "I should be saying that to you."
Ava rolled forward, palms pressing to the ground, and sprang up as if weightless. She landed on a nearby tree branch, eyes locked on her target. Her usual soft expression was gone—replaced by something sharp, predatory.
