A snarl gripped her lips. Killer instinct surfacing and taking control of her feet, stomping hard into a power jab, booming into his hand. Eddy roared with laughter, shaking the room like Pavarotti in a concert hall. She dropped below his hands and tagged his stomach with a five-punch combination that was almost too fast for ears to distinguish, sounding like a single blow. An ability she could use without the weight of hand wraps and gloves on her fists. She grabbed her trainer's waist and hugged him again. Nostalgic tears pooled in her eyes as the faint smell of boxing gyms crinkled off his jacket. Punching, jumping, grunting sounds seemed to accompany it.
Jade sobbed behind them. Grabbing her side for a purse that wasn't there, retained by an officer in the front where visitors come in
