Without giving him time to recover, she followed up. Using the momentum of her spin, she brought her right elbow crashing into the lower part of his ribs, just below the protection of his light armor. The impact, concentrated on a precise point, sought to knock the wind out of him and disrupt his breathing rhythm. Kris expelled a gasp of air, his face twisting in pain.
Her subsequent attacks systematically targeted weak points and joints, aiming to gradually handicap him. Her claws flashed quickly toward the tendons of his right wrist, then attempted a claw sweep behind his left knee to throw him off balance, before aiming at his ankles in low, sweeping motions.
But Kris held firm. His endurance, forged through years of rigorous training and real combat, made the difference.
