Jena moved in to attack.
Isara punched her nose, then spun for a back-hand blow that took Jena across the cheek. Pain blossomed inside Jena’s skull. Pain and dizziness. Her legs wanted to give out. She was barely even aware of the other woman seizing her shirt.
Isara lifted her off the floor and then threw her sideways with a burst of Bent Gravity. She went flying across the room, rolling over one of the worktables and knocking the monitors to the floor.
Jena soon followed, landing on her all fours, shaking her head to clear the fog out of her brain. “Bleakness take me,”
“They told me you were one of the best,” Isara said as she flowed through the lab. She deftly maneuvered around the tables, nudging chairs out of the way. “I always took pride in that. But I see now the claims were exa
