AN - 14 - Hits from Sheeva

By the time he’d leaped through the gaping hole Sheeva was on her feet again, lunging at him, her arms doing their agile death dance around her body, hitting him with a storm of kicks and punches, each blow faster and more deadly accurate than the last. He blocked, shifted, feinted, but her fists came from all sides at once, making it impossible for him to protect himself. As he cocked his elbows to ward off a double palm-heel strike by both of her upper hands, her lower hands swept up and bent his arms out of the way, prying them apart, opening him up to the full brunt of her attack. Before he could recover, she hook-kicked him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him, dropping him to one knee.

Dazed, coughing, clutching his middle, he barely recovered in time to avoid Sheeva’s body stomp, tumbling out of the way as she came down flatfooted on the temple floor, shattering its tiles in the very spot where he’d been kneeling. An instant later she launched into the air again, following him, both feet descending with piledriver force. Somehow he managed to stay one step ahead of her, putting spring into superbly developed leg muscles, somersaulting as if on a trampoline.