April barely had time to breathe. Vance was relentless—his speed unnatural, his movements fluid like a snake slithering through water.
She dodged another strike, twisting her body just in time.
But the moment her foot touched the ground, he was already there.
Too fast!
His fist slammed into her stomach, sending her skidding backward.
Pain flared, but she gritted her teeth. She couldn't let up.
Vance smirked. "Come on, Wolf. Show me something real."
April's body trembled.
Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. The fight was pushing her beyond her limits.
And then—
Something shifted.
A burning sensation coursed through her hands, her fingers twitching uncontrollably.
She clenched them instinctively, and—
SHING!
Metallic, razor-sharp claws extended from her fingertips.
April's breath hitched. 'What—?'
Vance's eyes gleamed with amusement.
"Well, well… looks like you're finally getting serious."
April flexed her fingers. The claws felt natural, as if they had always been a part of her.
She looked up at Vance, her lips curling into a grin.
"Your turn to run."
The real fight had just begun.