Benjamin was simply there, where a moment ago he had not been, and the air around him hummed with a power that made her teeth ache.
Benjamin's fist looked as though it was aimed straight at Sekhmet's chest, which was the reason she kept her arms locked in place to block exactly there.
She braced herself for the impact, tightened every muscle in her torso, and then planted her feet as best she could.
However it was his leg that connected hard against her ribs instead—a low, sweeping kick that came from nowhere and everywhere at once—and the force of that single kick forced a thick mouthful of blood to come spilling out from between her lips.
The impact sent her body flying a far distance through the air exactly like a ball that had been blown outward by the force of a bomb.
The world became a blur of sky and ground. Her arms fell away from her chest. Her mouth filled with the taste of copper and iron.
