If earlier that morning, he had still convinced himself that he had simply been careless, then what just happened shattered that illusion completely. He had attacked with full intent, yet Mary had dodged effortlessly, restrained him, and knocked him down like it was nothing.
Her movements were clean and precise. There was no doubt. She was far more skilled than him.
The realization hit him harder than the kicks.
The woman he had looked down on, the one he had insulted without restraint, was clearly stronger than him. Every word he had just spoken now felt like a slap to his own face.
Humiliation burned in his chest.
Meanwhile, Thea hurried forward and pulled Mary back, fear in her voice. "Sister, that's enough. Don't hit him anymore. If this goes on, it could cause trouble."
Watching from the side, she knew Mary hadn't gone easy on him. Andrew was still lying there, stunned.
As satisfying as it was to see him beaten, she didn't want Mary dragged into unnecessary trouble.
