Planet Earth
Van Hellsing Hotel, 32nd Unground Floor
3:57 P.M, Monday
The simulation room thundered with impact.
Adam flew backward, skidding across the obsidian floor, leaving a trail of blood and sweat. His body slammed into a jagged boulder, cracking it in two. Shards exploded outward, clinking against the hardlight walls of the artificial space. He groaned, coughing hard enough to taste iron.
Minerva didn't wait.
She shot forward like a storm, getas cracking the ground with each step. Her fist drove straight for his face.
Adam ducked low, his torso twisting unnaturally as muscle shifted beneath his skin. Her punch grazed him—but that was still enough to send a concussive wave through his eardrums. He gritted his teeth and pivoted, arms coiling like a spring.
He struck.
A low, rising elbow slammed into her side. It connected—but didn't move her. It was like hitting a damn mountain.
Minerva smiled. "Better."
