Tiny adjustments that would mean everything in a fight.
The scarred woman made her move first, lunging forward with a roar meant to intimidate them all.
"Let's end this!"
"The sooner the better for us!"
Her seven companions surged forward in coordinated attack, moving to surround and overwhelm through sheer numbers.
But something was wrong.
The scarred woman's lunge came in too high, her distance judgment just slightly off. Tank didn't even have to dodge, she simply stepped inside the attack and drove her massive fist into the woman's solar plexus with devastating precision.
Exactly where Shuyin had told her to strike.
The scarred woman's eyes bulged. Her roar cut off into a choked gasp. She crumpled onto the ground, unable to breathe, unable to fight, her diaphragm spasming uselessly.
One was down already in less than two seconds.
