just enough to let the glove breeze past her ear. As his right hand extended for the cross, her
left hand shot up, catching his wrist and parrying it downward, pulling him slightly off
balance.
Before Jax could recover, Elara pivoted. Her right elbow slammed upward, a short, vicious
arc that caught him squarely on the point of the chin. The crack echoed loudly. Jax’s eyes
rolled back, his legs turned to jelly, and he collapsed like a dropped puppet. Total time
elapsed: six seconds.
The gym froze. Thorne’s smile vanished. "You crazy..." he growled, immediately shooting
forward for a takedown, diving for her legs. He was a state champion wrestler; once he got
you on the ground, it was over.