"Aghhh!" he yelped, the pain ripping from his throat before he could swallow it. His massive frame writhed as Nnenna, not even breaking a sweat, pinned him with one knee. Her hand pressed lightly against his arm, but the pressure was enough to make Rick's face contort in agony.
"Stay… down," she said softly, almost kindly, her smile never leaving. The calm in her voice only made his heart hammer faster.
Rick's eyes bulged with disbelief. Impossible… I train men twice her size! She is just a... how can she…
The onlookers gasped, their whispers tumbling over one another.
"Did you see that?! He did not even touch her!"
"She flipped him like he was a sack of grain, did not even struggle!"
"That's the head trainer of the royal guards… and she made him yelp like a recruit on day one."
"Graceful… terrifyingly graceful."
One of the younger guards swallowed hard. "She really is His Highness's sister. No doubt about it."
