She smiled. “I’m dressed for a photoshoot . The fight is just cardio.”
The fourth and fifth came together. Kandy flowed between them like water. Elbow to the jaw. Knee to the liver. Axe kick to the collarbone. Each strike was precise, elegant, and utterly devastating. The sixth man hesitated. She stepped inside his guard, grabbed his wrist, and used his own momentum to throw him into a slot machine. Jackpot. Bells rang. She smiled
Kandy’s left leg whipped up so fast the air cracked. Her shin met his temple. He dropped like a sack of wet cement. The second threw a hook—she ducked, pivoted, and landed a spinning back fist, then a kikku —a jump kick to the third man’s chest that sent him crashing through a glass table. Kandy flowed between them like water