Jade’s style shifted. No more evasion. She advanced like a slow eclipse, each step eating the light. Her weapon—a collapsible chain-sickle—unfurled once, twice, three times, each arc drawing a perfect geometric line toward Nikki’s vital points.
Jade didn’t follow her down. She stood over Nikki, hand extended. Jade Imohara Vs Nikki Knowlesl BEST
“Best two out of three next year?” she asked, slapping Jade’s palm. Jade’s style shifted
Nikki exploded forward, a blur of centrifugal force. Her staff whistled—three strikes aimed at Jade’s throat, ribs, knee. All three hit empty air. Jade swayed like a reed in a hurricane, not dodging so much as refusing to be where Nikki’s violence expected her to be. slapping Jade’s palm. Nikki exploded forward