AN - 2 - Flung

Sheeva’s four arms became a blur of motion, repelling his attack. Liu’s first kick, a roundhouse to the face, was blocked by an upper arm. A reverse kick to her stomach was blocked by a lower arm. His next try at connecting, a jump snap kick, was blocked by three of her arms – and then a fourth arm darted out and he felt a hand lock around his ankle.

With a laugh like the grating of broken glass, Sheeva effortlessly flung him into the air.

Then, still rattling out laughter, she waited for him to fall back into her multilimbed grasp.

Waited to finish him off.

(...)

Rayden pressed his attack, catapulting himself toward his opponent through streams of deadly energy pulses, assailing him with a barrage of shock-punches and gravitiless quadruple flip-kicks.

“Awesome,” Liu muttered, watching from the sidelines.

Johnny heard him and managed a wan smile.