Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1797

With a low shout, Francesca tightened her fist and launched the first attack.

Chantelle sneered, calmly met her with one hand, and effortlessly brushed her punch aside. She was just about to mock her when a sharp whistle cut through the air, so fast it made her skin crawl.

"Oh no!" Chantelle's eyes widened in alarm. She jerked her neck back instinctively, craning it up as something flashed downward like lightning.

Above her, Aspen's dagger had sliced through the air so fast it left a faint afterimage behind.

"You…" Chantelle's shock turned into fury.

Was Aspen really going in for the kill?

Damn it. No wonder she was trained by Andrew—just as ruthless and unorthodox.

With a snort, Chantelle twisted her body like a pouncing panther, pushing off the floor and springing upward. Her right leg shot high and strong, kicking straight at Francesca's punch mid-air.

Francesca let out a muffled groan. Unable to withstand the blow, she stumbled backward from the impact.

Chantelle was just about to throw out a smug comment when a searing pain shot through her abdomen. She looked down in disbelief.

When had Lauren gotten close?

Lauren's delicate, pale fist had gently thudded against her stomach. It looked harmless, but the force behind it was brutal and unforgiving.

Her insides felt like they were on fire.

Lauren pulled her fist back and looked genuinely concerned. "Ms. Garcia, are you okay? I told you, I have a hard time holding back once I go in."

Fighting through the pain, Chantelle gritted her teeth. "Quit talking. I'm fine. Let's go again!"

Lauren blinked. "Uh, are you sure? Do you really want to go again? Alright then, no mercy!"

She raised her fist and began swinging wildly, fists flying toward Chantelle's face like a flurry of uncoordinated but heavy punches.

Chantelle, refusing to back down, clenched her fists and met her blow head-on. At the same time, her other hand sliced outward, knocking Aspen away. However, Francesca swooped in from the side with a follow-up strike.

Chantelle scoffed inwardly. She figured she could tank Francesca's hits without a problem. Just as the thought crossed her mind, she heard a sharp crack from her own palm.

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