The clash resumed in the middle of motion, their bodies already committed, their breathing heavy as the rhythm of the spar shifted from measured exchanges into something far more direct, and then a sharp thud echoed across the ground as Damon's leg drove forward with sudden force, his kick landing clean into Zarhka's gut with a heavy khud that forced the air out of her lungs.
Zarhka bent forward instinctively, her body folding for a split second—
And that was all Damon needed.
His hands moved immediately, gripping both of her horns with firm control as Zarhka struggled against the hold, her muscles tensing as she tried to push back, but Damon stepped in closer, pulling her downward with controlled force before driving his knee upward—
A sharp crack split through the air.
Her body went slack.
