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asked.
Sonya started to answer, but then something made her change her mind. She put a finger to her lips and cocked her head.
“You hear that?” she whispered.
Jax listened. “Relax, it’s nothing. The posse’s still a ways behind.”
“I’m not talking about the Extermination Squads,” she said. “Whatever I heard was right here with us.”
Sonya’s eyes shifted to a patch of quivering foliage. She tapped Jax on the arm and gestured, but before he could see what she was trying to show him, a split-kick tore through the brush and caught them both in their faces.
Stunned, Sonya and Jax had just enough time to catch a glimpse of their attacked before he faded back into the ground-mist. They looked around in frustration, searching for any sign of him, but it was no good. He was either gone or perfectly camouflaged, and Sonya was betting on the latter.
She cut her gaze this way and that, her eyes trying to penetrate the gauzy fog, and was turning to investigate another hint of movement in the brush when an arm snaked around her throat from behind, roughly yanking her backward.
Gagging and sputtering, Sonya desperately grabbed hold of a tree limb above her head, leveraged herself off the ground, and backflipped up and over her attacked – an angular, exotic-looking woman with eyes like burning coals, and a body as tautly well-conditioned as her smile was vicious.
Sliding her hands between the woman’s limbs, Sonya landed and put her in a headlock, flipping her back into the mist, which poured around her in a churning brew, concealing her from sight.
There was a brief silence. Sonya and Jax exchanged alarmed, wary glances, tension humming between them like voltage.
Then, all at once, the mist in front of Jax coalesced into the shape of the first attacker, who struck out with a rapid succession of blows that snapped his head back like a speed bag. Jax reeled dazedly, bringing up his new arms for a retaliatory combination of punches – but his commands to them were still getting scrambled somewhere en route from his brain. His blows went wild, missing his elusive attacker by several inches, giving him the opening he needed to fade into the mist.
As Jax looked down at his mutinous fists with disgust, cursing them under his breath, the red-eyed woman cartwheeled through the mist and landed with her legs wrapped in a scissor-grip around Sonya’s neck. Screeching with delight, her powerful thigh muscles squeezing Sonya’s windpipe, she repeatedly boxed her ears with the heel of her hands.
Sonya rocked and staggered, gasping for air, but somehow gathered the energy to flip her opponent off her. In the brief pause before the woman recovered, Sonya got her first good look at her – and almost froze in shock.
“Kitana...?” she said.
The woman cackled.
“Name’s Mileena , and I don’t appreciate being confused with my virtuous half-sister,” she said. “Just for that, me and my pal Smoke are going to make your deaths extra painful.”
“You wish,” Sonya said.
Mileena ripped out another peal of insane laughter and sprang at her. Unwilling to be put on the defensive again, Sonya drove forward, but Mileena was a hair faster. She caught Sonya in midair with a ferocious spin kick, then went flipping back into the mist, her evil laughter echoing through the jungle.
Smoke simultaneously took form out of the rippling curtain of fog, almost as if their moves had been choreographed. He stepped into plain view and assumed a fighting stance, a three-prong spear snapping from a metal panel in his chest and shooting out at Jax’s ribcage.
Another cyborg, just like the one back at the lab , Jax thought, which explains how he can turn himself into, well, smoke.
He raised his arm across his chest, parrying aside the spear a moment before it would have impaled him.
Although his arms had finally done what he wanted them to, Jax wasn’t all that certain they wouldn’t go haywire again. Before they could act up,
Sonya started to answer, but then something made her change her mind. She put a finger to her lips and cocked her head.
“You hear that?” she whispered.
Jax listened. “Relax, it’s nothing. The posse’s still a ways behind.”
“I’m not talking about the Extermination Squads,” she said. “Whatever I heard was right here with us.”
Sonya’s eyes shifted to a patch of quivering foliage. She tapped Jax on the arm and gestured, but before he could see what she was trying to show him, a split-kick tore through the brush and caught them both in their faces.
Stunned, Sonya and Jax had just enough time to catch a glimpse of their attacked before he faded back into the ground-mist. They looked around in frustration, searching for any sign of him, but it was no good. He was either gone or perfectly camouflaged, and Sonya was betting on the latter.
She cut her gaze this way and that, her eyes trying to penetrate the gauzy fog, and was turning to investigate another hint of movement in the brush when an arm snaked around her throat from behind, roughly yanking her backward.
Gagging and sputtering, Sonya desperately grabbed hold of a tree limb above her head, leveraged herself off the ground, and backflipped up and over her attacked – an angular, exotic-looking woman with eyes like burning coals, and a body as tautly well-conditioned as her smile was vicious.
Sliding her hands between the woman’s limbs, Sonya landed and put her in a headlock, flipping her back into the mist, which poured around her in a churning brew, concealing her from sight.
There was a brief silence. Sonya and Jax exchanged alarmed, wary glances, tension humming between them like voltage.
Then, all at once, the mist in front of Jax coalesced into the shape of the first attacker, who struck out with a rapid succession of blows that snapped his head back like a speed bag. Jax reeled dazedly, bringing up his new arms for a retaliatory combination of punches – but his commands to them were still getting scrambled somewhere en route from his brain. His blows went wild, missing his elusive attacker by several inches, giving him the opening he needed to fade into the mist.
As Jax looked down at his mutinous fists with disgust, cursing them under his breath, the red-eyed woman cartwheeled through the mist and landed with her legs wrapped in a scissor-grip around Sonya’s neck. Screeching with delight, her powerful thigh muscles squeezing Sonya’s windpipe, she repeatedly boxed her ears with the heel of her hands.
Sonya rocked and staggered, gasping for air, but somehow gathered the energy to flip her opponent off her. In the brief pause before the woman recovered, Sonya got her first good look at her – and almost froze in shock.
“Kitana...?” she said.
The woman cackled.
“Name’s Mileena , and I don’t appreciate being confused with my virtuous half-sister,” she said. “Just for that, me and my pal Smoke are going to make your deaths extra painful.”
“You wish,” Sonya said.
Mileena ripped out another peal of insane laughter and sprang at her. Unwilling to be put on the defensive again, Sonya drove forward, but Mileena was a hair faster. She caught Sonya in midair with a ferocious spin kick, then went flipping back into the mist, her evil laughter echoing through the jungle.
Smoke simultaneously took form out of the rippling curtain of fog, almost as if their moves had been choreographed. He stepped into plain view and assumed a fighting stance, a three-prong spear snapping from a metal panel in his chest and shooting out at Jax’s ribcage.
Another cyborg, just like the one back at the lab , Jax thought, which explains how he can turn himself into, well, smoke.
He raised his arm across his chest, parrying aside the spear a moment before it would have impaled him.
Although his arms had finally done what he wanted them to, Jax wasn’t all that certain they wouldn’t go haywire again. Before they could act up,
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