A few minutes later Kate collapsed onto the floor, exhausted. She was panting and wheezing as she resisted the urge to throw up. Her throat felt like it was on fire as she desperately gasped for air.
Following her eyes you could see that she was staring at the extended fist that was merely inches away from crushing her head.
Even now she still had a lingering fear when she saw that fist.
Just then, Lake's fist was flying towards her. She wanted to dodge but her body had finally given up on her after pushing it so much.
She went limp and couldn't muster any strength at all. Lake's fist was still approaching and was about to smash into her face but stopped right before it hit her, throwing a gust of wind into her face, pushing her powerless body onto the floor.
As she laid on the floor, sweat continued to drip from her pale white skin, forming a small puddle beneath her.
At this point Kate had already realized what had happened.
