She struck quickly. Left, right, high, low, alternating between both hands. But Lukyan blocked each strike, matching her stride. He swiped his staff at her head, and she ducked underneath it. In a move almost too fast to track, she jumped, pressed her foot into his thigh, and pushed off, spinning in the air and kicking him straight in the face. Lukyan’s head snapped back, the crowd cheered, and Illayana landed on her feet with a cheeky smirk. Damn, that was sexy.
