Blitzing Bakuda

Instead, as I came through the wall and bits of concrete and shards of wood spiraled around me, I focused in on Bakuda, who turned almost in slow motion. She swung her rocket launcher around, the end of it trailing her as she whipped around towards me. Whether she planned to use it or it was just a reflex reaction, I didn’t know, and I didn’t care to find out.

As soon as my feet touched down, I threw myself at her in a feat of acrobatics and agility that would have left the me of three months ago wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Bakuda was halfway through her turn when I slammed into her, driving my knees into her chest and using my weight and my momentum to push her to the ground.