Astrid Sterling moved with the swiftness and decisiveness of a seasoned warrior, every movement a testament to years of disciplined training and innate talent.
Her lithe form seemed to blur as she unleashed her attack, a natural fist slicing through the air with lethal precision.
Despite the ferocity of her strike, it made no sound, yet the subtle ripple in its wake betrayed the astonishing speed with which she executed it.
"PAK!" The sound of a gentle slapping filled the air as Nero effortlessly intercepted her fist with one hand, his stance unwavering as he stood unscathed before her onslaught.
"THUD!" Astrid gracefully retreated to the safety of her previous position, her back pressing against the cold metal doors she had passed just moments before.
Despite her outward composure, a faint tremor of fear lingered in her heart, suppressed beneath layers of honed resolve.
