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The girl was fast, but there was no way she was going to win in a battle of raw strength. Yang wrenched the blade to the side and tore it from her grip. She flicked it into the air, then shot a blast directly into it – sending the weapon flying away.

The moment's distraction was enough to cost her. A heel slammed into her stomach, driving the air from her, and although she was able to bring her arm up to block the next kick, she had to gasp as tiny hands grabbed her hair, dragging her face down into a hard knee. Pain flared across her face, and then again as she was brought back out and in. Her hands settled on the girl's hips, but she didn't have the strength to stop her from hitting a third time.

Yang sagged to the ground, clutching her nose, which ran red with blood. She glared up into murderous eyes.