Lyra's POV
"Really that impressive?" I muttered under my breath before launching my counterattack.
My fist cut through the air toward him. He sidestepped with infuriating ease, then sent his own punch sailing back at me. I twisted away from the blow and shot my palm up to deflect his next strike.
Even with my newfound strength, I couldn't fully absorb the impact of Ash's hit. A grunt tore from my throat as I stumbled backward. He showed no mercy, immediately following up with a vicious kick aimed at my ribs.
"Jesus Christ, Ash," I snarled. "Ease up."
His response was another brutal punch that I barely managed to knock aside. Fury flared in my chest as I retaliated, driving my fist upward into the underside of his jaw. The force sent him stumbling, his coordination faltering.
