Chapter 11 - Ezra Realizes She Reads Every Telegraph In His Striking

Ezra reset his stance, his easygoing arrogance evaporating into a cold, hyper-focused concentration.
He threw a sharp one-two combination aimed straight at her nose, but Nessa blocked both strikes with relaxed parries.
She wasn’t fighting like an amateur musician cornered in a dark alley; she moved with the fluid, economic grace of an apex predator.
Every time Ezra twitched his shoulder, Nessa’s eyes registered the micro-movement before his fist even began to travel.
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He threw a powerful body hook, but Nessa stepped inside his guard, jamming her forearm directly against his ribs.
The impact knocked the breath from Ezra’s lungs with an audible wheeze that silenced the ringside spectators instantly.
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