Dax Harrison smirked with a cigarette between his teeth, his eyes icy cold. The next second.
He fiercely tossed something from his pocket, and the air suddenly filled with a pungent and unpleasant gas that made it impossible to keep your eyes open.
A frown formed between Grace Webb's eyebrows.
Using her exceptional sensitivity and reflexes, she blindly found the direction, pulled her assailant over her shoulder with determination. The man wasn't a pushover though, and clutched her wrist with one hand. His long legs curled up, trapping her upper body and then used a trick technique to flip her onto the floor. The two instantly began writhing on the floor.
They exchanged blows, aiming for the most painful and vulnerable parts.
All their moves were lethal.
