Her opponent was driven back with the force, and she raised her eyebrows. She hadn’t realised he was really trying to make contact. “Again.” Recruiter Norz was on the sidelines and watching her as she fought with his bodyguard. Again, he struck and, again, she countered. “Amazing. Each and every attack is met with precisely the same pressure to counter it.” Norz walked toward her and handed her a towel. She passed it to his guard and took the second towel. “I tried to explain, but it isn’t something I get to use on a daily basis.” “When did this start?” “After the accident, during physiotherapy.” He nodded. “Your physique is impressive for a woman of your age.” She grimaced. “It is a side effect. If someone puts weight on me, I push it. Anything seen as an attack is matched with equal force, and since my trainer kept adding more, my muscles kept building out of self-defence.”
