Jade: The Hybrid Mage
His right fist glowed as he closed the distance, aiming for Nyomei’s shoulder.
But she was already twisting.
Her spine curved in an almost unnatural way, her body dropping low, limbs folding like a ribbon of muscle and instinct. The punch missed by a breath. She ducked under his follow-up elbow, pivoted, and stepped away clean.
Gasps erupted.
She didn’t counter. Just smiled.
“You’ve got power,” she said. “But no balance. Your core’s sloppy.”
Orin growled and swung again, bursts firing from his knee and elbow in rapid succession. Each strike was fast and brutal—any one of them could’ve broken bone.