Connected to the knight, before Martha could deliver the fatal punch, my lips left Valera's and my head snapped toward the fighting duo.
I watched as her fist flew forward a second time, hitting the dead warrior on the right side of its chest—right where a hole had already been made in its armour courtesy of her earlier punch.
Martha's hand drove through the abomination's chest, coming out the back. It was this scene that Valera and Nadia, who had not been focused on the battle, turned to see.
Everyone's heart got caught in a grip. The only thing holding back Martha had been taken down. Then, narrowing her eyes, Martha pulled her hand out of its chest and, with a slap from the back of her hand, sent it flying away.
The aggrieved—or perhaps jealous—mother turned her eyes to me, particularly to me and Valera.
