Laura Matsuda Street Fighter Mga Nobela at Kwento

She staggered up, fury boiling within her. That was twice. Enough. She gritted her teeth, letting the fury rise, heart pounding with rage—and in that moment Miguma took over. Laura didn’t resist. She welcomed it. Miguma moved like the shadow she was. Her body. Laura’s body. Straightened with a controlled grace, the air around her vibrating. The world slowed. She locked onto the shadow on the ground and measured its distance, it’s angle. Calculating. And strike. With a deadly accuracy, she drove her fist straight into the belly of the unseen force. A grunt,faint and low escaped the air.

The girl kept her head bowed, her long hair strategically arranged to cover part of her face. "Miss Eliza," Agatha called, "I've brought the person we discussed." I nodded calmly. "Take her to Sparrow's quarters. I'll join you shortly." Holly Reed, my combat instructor, gave me an approving nod. Standing tall with her muscular frame and no-nonsense demeanor, she was everything I aspired to be—strong, capable, and feared. "We'll continue tomorrow," Holly said, gathering her equipment. "Focus on defensive stances during your individual practice. And don't neglect the hand-to-hand techniques we covered yesterday."