moved with a speed and precision that was almost inhuman. With a swift twist, she freed herself from the bandit’s grip, pivoting on her heel to drive a powerful elbow into his midsection. He gasped, doubling over in pain, shock evident in his eyes.
Before the others could react, she spun around, using the momentum to deliver a kick that sent another bandit sprawling to the ground. Her movements were fluid, each strike deliberate and effective. There was no hesitation, only the steely resolve of someone who knew exactly what they were doing.
The remaining bandits hesitated, their earlier arrogance replaced by uncertainty. The leader struggled to regain composure, shouting at his men to attack, but his voice trembled, betraying his fear. The woman stood her ground, eyes blazing with an intensity that made the forest seem darker, the air thicker with tension.
