While Thea was busy treating the injured, Faora continued another round of hands-on instruction for Kara.
Thea listened in from time to time. Kryptonian martial arts functioned more like a science—precisely calculated, pursuing simplicity and efficiency, using overwhelming physical attributes to crush opponents and end a fight within a minute. This was the traditional Kryptonian way of combat.
"Go!"
Faora patted Kara on the shoulders, like sending a boxer into the ring, and pushed her toward the alien brute who had just been healed again.
Perhaps reassured by the presence of a fellow Kryptonian and Thea—who looked friendly enough—Kara Danvers felt her confidence rise. She quietly encouraged herself and threw a straight punch at the dazed brute's chest.
The unfortunate brute took the blow before he even realized what was happening. Purple blood sprayed across the ground. Even so, his combat experience was formidable—while airborne, he slashed out with his axe, forcing Kara back and regaining his footing.
"Don't just watch—strike his lower body while he's landing!"
"When you're fighting face-to-face, why are you flying? Too many pointless movements. Watch his shoulders—he's about to throw a right punch…"
"Don't be afraid of getting hurt. A Kryptonian body can withstand almost anything—but that axe must be avoided! Can't you see such an obvious energy attack?"
Faora constantly corrected Kara's movements. Kara was scolded relentlessly, but with her life no longer in danger, the innate combat passion of a Kryptonian was gradually ignited. Her punches and kicks became increasingly forceful, and she slowly began to look the part.
Through the fight, the alien brute also pieced together some information. Though he had no idea where he was, he knew full well that the two women were behind all of this.
After being sent flying by Faora twice, he realized that even at full strength he was no match. He launched several fierce axe strikes to force Kara back, then suddenly leapt toward Thea.
"Oh? Trying something sneaky?"
Thea's fighting style was not suited for teaching Kara, and she had no intention of instructing. She shifted slightly to evade the strike, circled to the side with light steps, and kicked the brute in the ribs. As he recoiled in pain, she turned the kick into a lift, followed by a clean taekwondo spinning back kick that sent him flying again.
Thea used precise control rather than brute force, leaving the alien unharmed. Still unwilling to concede, he tried to charge again.
Pa! Pa!
Two orange-yellow energy beams struck the ground at his feet. Thea pointed at Kara, signaling that this was his opponent.
"Was that heat vision?" Kara asked, slightly confused.
"No. It's not something I can explain in a sentence or two. Just remember—I'm a pure Earthling," Thea replied lazily.
Kara nodded, half-understanding, and continued sparring with her unfortunate "training partner."
The next half-day left Kara in an exceptionally good mood. Since arriving on Earth, she had constantly restrained her strength. Now that she could finally unleash it, her Kryptonian combat instincts were fully awakened. Every cell in her body seemed to be cheering. Each punch and kick released tremendous force. Her actual energy output hadn't changed, but her combat effectiveness had increased by at least threefold.
Her joy stood in stark contrast to the misery of the sparring partner. Momentum rose with the first clash, weakened with the second, and collapsed entirely with the third. Originally, he had come wielding his axe to take revenge on Kryptonians. Unable to defeat a hardened opponent like Superman, he had targeted the seemingly weak Supergirl instead.
At first, everything went according to plan. Years of training with his axe had nearly earned him a killing blow—until two female demons appeared out of nowhere.
Faora never joined the fight, remaining strictly in an instructional role. That much he could accept.
Thea, however, was unforgivable. By now, he had been knocked unconscious fourteen times by Supergirl's increasingly unrestrained blows. From skull and nose to arms and thighs, not a single part of his body remained unscathed—yet every grievous injury was forcibly healed.
When he began to feel utterly drained, Thea injected him with something to keep the fight "balanced." His potential was forcibly unlocked; in that moment, he felt invincible, as though he could shatter a planet with a single punch. Lying paralyzed on the ground now, however, he felt quite differently. He found himself desperately missing Fort Rozz.
Thinking back, regret gnawed at him. When he first escaped, he should have gone to beg on another planet instead of being tricked into rushing to Earth for revenge.
Once powerfully built, his body had now shrunk noticeably—at least thirty pounds lighter.
Thea examined him as he stared vacantly at the sky and sighed.
"All bodily potential has been completely overdrawn. Cellular vitality is at its lowest. If he wants to fight again, he'll need at least… at least a year of recovery."
Kara and Faora both felt some regret but voiced no objections. To keep him alive, Thea had cast no fewer than a hundred healing spells. Since he was neither kin nor friend, these were not spells fueled by her own reserves, but rather an inhumane technique that forcibly accelerated the target's natural recovery mechanisms.
This spell was a form of Lesser Energy Drain, once mastered by Sargon, rooted in necromancy. Thea had since modified it, stripping away its sinister aura and disguising it as something holy and inviolable.
Transforming holy magic into necromancy was common—but converting necromancy into a "holy" effect was exceedingly rare.
She had also layered numerous enhancement spells on him—strength, defense, haste. These spells were harmless in isolation, but duration was the problem. One hour was manageable; four hours was catastrophic.
Speed and power far beyond bodily limits, sustained for long periods, inflicted near-total destruction upon bones, muscles, and internal organs.
The final injection was not the genetic enhancement the brute had hoped for, but a technologically produced hallucinogen. What he perceived as explosive growth in power was merely an illusion—his brain deceived into unlocking all physical limiters and forcing supernormal output.
With internal damage compounded by Supergirl's relentless pummeling, the revenge-driven alien finally collapsed. Dropping his axe, he fell to the ground with a thud, unable to rise no matter how much he was kicked.
Finding him surprisingly cooperative, Thea decided to fulfill his "wish" and send him back to the place where his nightmare began—continuing life as an honored prisoner.
As the three women dragged the captive away, Gorilla Grodd finally returned from his patrol. The gorilla had grown even larger and more imposing—standing nearly five meters tall. No one would guess that such a massive figure was not a physical powerhouse, but rather a practitioner of magic.
"A… gorilla?"
Kara's mouth fell open in shock. Having lived on Earth for years, she recognized common animals—but couldn't comprehend how an Earth species could exist on such a distant alien world.
Faora, already familiar with Grodd, gave a brief introduction.