The sudden, high-speed impact slammed straight into Heena's fragile, deteriorating frame.
For a horrifying fraction of a second, the intracranial pressure spiked so violently that Heena's vision went completely pitch black. Agony flared behind her eyes. But operating on pure, cold warlord instinct, Heena didn't panic. With lightning speed, she sharply raised her elbow and drove it straight into the girl's stomach.
"Ouch!" the Vice Minister's daughter gasped, stumbling backward and clutching her abdomen with a sharp, wheezing groan of absolute betrayal.
Heena slumped back into her chair, pressing a trembling hand to her temple as she glared at the two women with lethal, exhausted irritation.
"Get away from me," Heena deadpanned, her dark eyes flashing with a final, caustic spark. "You stink of sweat and treason. Stay away from me. Stink."
