Reaching the edge of her battlefield, Cale paused to take in the sight. She looked absolutely breathtaking—a deadly dance of grace painted against the chaos of falling bodies.
He vaulted onto a nearby rooftop, settling into a comfortable crouch with his head resting on his palm. The night breeze caught his platinum blonde hair—now shoulder-length, swaying gently with the wind—as he watched her work.
"Heh, look at her go."
Below, the one-eyed bandit leader roared commands. "Kill her! Now!"
"Kill her!" the burly, one-eyed leader roared, pointing a thick finger toward the beautiful, voluptuous woman.
A group of armed men immediately charged forward, their weapons drawn and ready to strike.
Rexa didn't flinch. The night breeze gently caught her long purple hair as her eyes narrowed with fierce determination.
As the men closed the distance, Rexa's figure flickered, completely hiding her presence as if she had become invisible for a few seconds.
