Noah saw the massive fist coming at his face, displacing air in its wake.
He moved his head left. The fist passed through where he'd been standing half a second ago, Seraleth's knuckles creating a visible shockwave that made the recruits standing twenty feet away lean back instinctively.
She didn't pause. Her other hand came up in an uppercut aimed at his ribs. Noah twisted, felt the wind from her strike brush against his tactical suit. Before he could reset his stance, she was already pivoting, her leg sweeping low to take out his footing.
Noah jumped over the sweep, and Seraleth was waiting. She'd anticipated the jump, was already moving to intercept his landing. Her fist drove toward his chest.
He blinked.
Purple energy flared, and Noah vanished, reappearing five feet to her left.
