More guards, dressed in black, swarmed her. She flashed them a feral grin as her mind
forgot all else but the fight. They were
strong, and well trained, but she was a Suter, and even the slightest opening called
to her like blood to a shark. One swung
a pole arm at her, which she dodged with a back flip that built up the momentum
for a kick to another guard’s face. She
dropped low, ripping her dress in the process, and aimed for kneecaps. The guards were professionals, and it was only a matter of time until they prevailed. How many could she take down before that
happened?
I can't have this much fun with Tessa. She's too sensible. It takes too much to get her going. Sasha on the other hand... well, throw her in and anything goes.
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