"—my turn."
I vanished forward before Chase could even react, my figure streaking into a blur that swallowed the distance.
His one good eye snapped wide, panic flashing across his battered face as he stumbled back, off balance. Aura flared desperately around him—too little, too late.
The instant I closed in, I thrust my hand out, fingers aimed straight for his chest—mere inches from brushing against him.
And then—
BANG!
The air detonated as my fingers curled into a tight fist, striking from a breath's distance away.
The legendary One-Inch Punch.
Chase's body jerked violently as my fist connected—too fast for his eyes to even register. The faint crunch of his sternum collapsing reverberated up my knuckles, sharp and satisfying.
He let out a strangled groan, flung backward like a severed puppet, ragdolling through the air before smashing into the ground several meters away with bone-jarring force.
