Subterranean Shadows

As the young man's leg swept toward her, Maeve blocked it effortlessly with her forearm. The instant his shin collided with her arm, he thought it was like kicking a steel plate. If Maeve hadn't softened the blow, his leg would have been done for.

This time, he truly admitted defeat—completely convinced and utterly outmatched.

The crowd was confused. Someone shouted, "Who won?"

"Why did you stop?"