Like a moving train, the momentum behind Aisha's hammer was immense. There was no doubt that while her technique might be somewhat lacking, the girl had every right to be arrogant in terms of strength.
Unfortunately, even at her best, Aisha was still inferior to the werelion who led her enemies. No matter how strong Aisha was or how commendable her efforts to resist her captors were, strength was the only thing that mattered, so cruel was reality.
Although stunned for a fraction of a second, the werelion still responded with blunt force, easily dodging Aisha's hammer before striking her in the stomach. Aisha felt all the air escape from her lungs as her ribs cracked from the impact.
The punch's force sent Aisha flying, stopping only when her body slammed into one of the cave walls. The pain from the punch still hadn't finished invading Aisha's body when her back was awash in a world of pain as she crashed into the wall.
