Well, maybe not, considering that was what she did next. Astrophyllite tumbled over, taking the punch on the way down, and she nodded weakly when he pronounced their bout Over. He'd won, of course. She didn't like that, but it couldn't be helped, could it? Astrophyllite gestured quickly like she was signaling someone to turn off a loud radio, and the club vanished from Adonis's hands.
"Right," she said, pushing herself to her feet. "I'll give Natron a good report on you." Her mouth tasted rank. She wanted to go home, and the sooner the better.
Saint Sergio
