In that brief moment, Lucy seized the advantage. She spun behind Mia, locking her arms around her waist, and lifted her off the ground, slamming her into the dirt with a quick takedown. Mia gasped as the air was knocked out of her, but even then, she rolled out from under Lucy, flipping back onto her feet with catlike agility.
They both stood there, panting, sweat dripping down their faces, but grinning nonetheless. Lucy, despite having the edge, felt the thrill of the fight in every fiber of her being. Mia, despite the challenges, never backed down—every movement she made, every counter, was a testament to her adaptability and resilience.
And Ada, watching with wide eyes and a radiant smile, made it all worth it. Every punch, kick, and dodge was for her—their precious daughter, who looked at them as if they were invincible.
"Looks like I'm still ahead," Lucy said between breaths, her grin teasing.
