Landing flat on his feet, Kurt stood amidst the wreckage of the black-silk-draped dungeon. His breath hitched in his chest as he stalked Violet who circled him like a sleek, purple-scaled predator.
"Oh~ Finally feeling fatigued? But we haven't even gotten to the main event," she whispered, the purple whip in her hand slithering across the floorboards like a living thing. "Do try not to pass out from exhaustion. I have yet to get a proper taste of you~"
Kurt didn't waste his time on words. He took one last deep breath, focused his mind, and lunged.
"Hahaha! Here he comes!"
The fight exploded into a blur of motion. Kurt moved with the fluid; brutal efficiency of a man trained in a dozen different styles of combat. He closed the distance with a lightning-fast jab-cross combination, his fists whistling through the air.
