No matter what I thought, that hit from her was really painful. My jaw throbbed, and the copper taste of blood filled my mouth. It wasn't just a punch; it felt like being struck by a runaway freight train.
"Who the hell are you! Come out now!" I roared.
Without even waiting to regain my footing, I triggered the call. I didn't care about being honorable; I cared about being alive. I summoned forth my entire personal army to my aid. The air around me rippled and tore as thousands of warriors manifested in a storm of light and steel.
I felt a flash of déjà vu. This scene was hauntingly familiar to the moment I first met the Jumper. Yet back then, I was still weak, a fledgling survivor without many warriors by my side.
This time? This time I had a grand legion at my beck and call. As the ranks of soldiers, monsters, and specialists materialized, the beauty standing in front of me shifted from a posture of murderous intent to one of pure, unadulterated shock.
