"Haaaaa!" Zenovia shouted, and suddenly a fist was flying straight at Elion's face, but he tilted his head to the side just in time, dodging it cleanly.
She swung again, her arm whipping forward like a piston, making her breasts jiggle heavily with the motion, but he dodged again.
Over and over, the same motion repeated, her fists slamming into the ground with explosive force each time they missed, dull booms echoing out as the earth cracked slightly beneath the impacts for a good ten seconds straight.
"Whoa, whoa! Calm down!" Elion raised his hands in front of him in mock surrender, but she clearly had no intention of stopping.
Then, with a wry smile, he added, "Did you forget you're still naked?"
Zenovia froze mid-swing, her fist hovering inches from his jaw. Her movements halted instantly as his words sank in, and slowly, almost mechanically, she glanced down at herself.
