I was overwhelmed, taking hit after hit after hit. I was no match for a woman that has spent her entire life k i l l i n g. And she was angry, angry at me and what I was.
She was impossibly fast, endlessly agile… fighting like nothing I had ever seen before.
Still, she was not Ajax.
The best of us, who is relentless, his strength was an army’s worth and his rage was more than she could ever imagine.
If she was Ajax, I would already been long d e a d but she is not.
Each time she brought me down, I stood back up, my legs shaking and my skin burning. My legs and my arms are crusted and scraped and bleeding. She hit, bit and clawed me until my blood painted the earth, but I still stood, never letting go.
Her frustration was obvious, fighting and plowing me down, but she didn’t know h
