With slow, deliberate steps, Jetro approached Jess, who was still groaning and struggling to get up.
"I don't get it," he said, punctuating his words with a sharp kick that sent her stumbling back. "What did you hope to achieve by coming after me?"
He knew exactly what the catwoman wanted, but it didn't make sense to him. He was far stronger than her, and without a solid plan, Jess had almost no chance of defeating him.
"Or were you hoping I'd spill everything out of the goodness of my heart?" he mocked, crouching slightly to meet her defiant gaze. "No... you can't be that stupid—though maybe you are."
Jess glared at him with eyes brimming with hatred and frustration. She was in excruciating pain, her body battered and bruised. Jetro's punches had been relentless, his ruthlessness unyielding.
'He's close enough,' Jess thought, her mind working through the pain. Subtly, she retrieved her last resort.
