It was too late.
She swung her glowing fist.
But it merely passed through empty air, scattering the smoke. The mist had no solid center—no physical form to crush.
And then came the slashes.
Invisible, razor-sharp streaks of force sliced outward from within the swirling smoke. One brutal cut caught her thick thigh, slicing the sleek fabric of her suit to expose a tantalizing strip of smooth, pale skin.
Another deep slash tore her coat wide open at the shoulder, revealing the swell of her cleavage and the tight, sweat-dampened top underneath. She twisted her lithe body to defend herself, her breasts bouncing with the frantic motion, but the red mist was everywhere. It attacked from every blind spot, vanishing like a ghost before she could retaliate.
Her glowing fists blurred in every direction, kinetic energy surging in bright violet arcs—but none of her power found a target.
