Where his arms swung too wide.
Where his center of gravity shifted too far forward.
Where his legs locked before a charge.
Where his weight made him too slow to pivot.
Kaya saw it all.
The places where he'd fall apart—not if, when—she stepped in.
So when she did finally move, it wasn't out of impulse.
It was execution.
But the thing was—
Even if Kaya had memorized all the bull's weaknesses, exploiting them wasn't as easy as it looked.
She was agile, sharp, and tactical—but still human.
And somewhere deep inside her, irritation brewed—not at them, but at herself.
Why did I jump into this?
Why do I always jump into this?
She barely had a second to think when it happened.
Movement in the corner of her eye—
Another one.
One of the bull's teammates, previously just a looming presence at the edge of the crowd, suddenly broke rank and rushed at her.
