Chapter 12: Joyla flirts
Joyla and Rex were gloriously, euphorically sweaty. They stared at one another, breathing deeply, almost panting.
Then Joyla thrust her hanbō forward in a rapid, spiraling form, torso diving low, left leg extended behind her, whistling past his guard and into his sternum. She pulled it, ever so slightly. Rex’ eyes widened as his body collapsed beneath him, his diaphragm in spasms, his lungs empty, tremors running through his limbs.
Joyla stepped back. Bowed, then slipped down to sit cross-legged and await his…