The fight spilled down the street, the cobblestones cracking and the walls collapsing under the sheer violence.
Thorn slammed the gravity mercenary against a wall, his bone arm crushing the man's ribs with brutal force, but in an instant the mercenary shifted the gravity upward, sending them both soaring.
They crashed against the wall of a half collapsed building, then fell.
Thorn twisted in midair, charges flooding his legs, and landed in a crouch.
The mercenary hit the ground with unnatural lightness, his gravity cushioning him.
"You're annoying." Thorn growled, spitting blood.
"Stronger," the mercenary rasped. "But not enough."
They lunged again, meeting each other with a blow heavy enough to crack the street.
Meanwhile, Lilith and the woman spun in a deadly ballet.
Knives and katana clashed again and again, sparks flying.
