She stepped aside again. And again. Every one of the man's attacks failed to even graze her. Her movements were elegant, hypnotic. She looked like she was walking through rain without getting wet.
Abuchi stood still, arms folded, a tiny smile forming on his lips.
Of course, she could do this. He had seen her fight before. He knew what she was capable of. But still… seeing her now, so calm, so in control, it stirred something deeper in him.
She did not even lift a hand… and her opponent could not touch her.
Amazing, he thought. Truly amazing.
The man was sweating now.
He growled in frustration and threw a heavy punch aimed straight for her face.
Gasps shot through the crowd.
Nnenna bent her knees slightly and leaned back, just a breath away from the strike, and then twisted with a sudden movement of her hip, catching his momentum.
She did not grab him.
She just moved her body into his, shoulder to chest, and let his own speed do the work.
He flipped.
He actually flipped.
