"Come on… you're making my machete tremble."
Joaquin's throat bobbed, studying the arrogant air exuding from the woman's back. She was only alone and her opponent was four grown men. Although Joaquin was certain he could knock them out without breaking a sweat, a man's base strength was still different from a woman's.
She could be agile, he thought, but when he glanced at the machete the woman was tapping against her shoulder while her other hand was on her hip, Joaquin cocked his head to the side. For such a petite person, he realized that under that petite physique hid trained muscles. She couldn't be carrying that machete like it weighed nothing.
"Run!"
Joaquin nearly flinched when someone shouted and the four men sprinted away. Much to his dismay, the woman clicked her tongue continuously before she leaped forward.
'She's fast,' he thought, lips falling open.
