Chapter 4: One Move Changed Everything
Chapter 4: One Move Changed Everything
For a heartbeat...
Nothing happened.
The spectators stared in confusion.
Had she even touched him?
Several inmates burst into laughter.
"That's it?"
"She barely poked him!"
"I've seen stronger handshakes!"
Marcus grinned confidently from outside the ropes. He folded his arms, certain Rex was only toying with his opponent.
But Rex wasn't smiling.
The instant Kate's fingertips brushed against his elbow, a sharp jolt shot through his entire right arm.
His fingers twitched involuntarily.
The muscles that had just thrown a devastating punch suddenly refused to obey him.
He frowned.
"What..."
Before he could finish the sentence, Kate had already stepped away.
She didn't attack.
She didn't chase him.
She simply returned to the center of the ring and stood with her hands relaxed at her sides.
The crowd interpreted her calmness as hesitation.
Only Rex realized something had changed.
He slowly opened and closed his fist.
The strength was still there...
But something felt wrong.
His elbow burned as if a live wire had been threaded through the joint.
"You're lucky," he growled.
Kate remained silent.
Her breathing was slow and even.
Not a single bead of sweat had formed on her forehead.
Marcus cupped his hands around his mouth.
"Stop playing with her, Rex!"
"Finish it!"
The audience immediately joined in.
"Finish her!"
"Knock her out!"
"End it!"
Rex inhaled deeply.
If one arm felt strange, he'd simply use the other.
With an angry roar, he rushed forward again.
This time he didn't throw a punch.
Instead, he attempted to crush Kate with his full body weight.
It was a tactic that had broken ribs, shoulders, and legs before.
Anyone trapped beneath him rarely stood up again.
Gasps spread through the warehouse.
There was nowhere for Kate to run.
Or so everyone believed.
At the very last instant...
She pivoted.
Not with explosive speed.
Not with dramatic acrobatics.
Just one perfectly timed turn.
Rex's massive body missed her by inches.
Unable to stop his own momentum, he slammed shoulder-first into the corner post.
CRACK!
The entire ring shook.
The steel support groaned.
Pain flashed across Rex's face.
The audience fell strangely quiet.
Marcus frowned.
That wasn't supposed to happen.
Rex staggered backward, rubbing his shoulder.
Kate still hadn't thrown a punch.
She had simply...
Not been where he expected.
"What are you waiting for?" Marcus shouted.
"Grab her!"
Frustrated, Rex lunged again, this time reaching with both arms, hoping to trap her against the ropes.
Kate watched his feet instead of his hands.
The moment his weight shifted too far forward...
She moved.
One step.
Half turn.
Her left palm lightly touched his wrist.
Her right hand rested briefly against his shoulder.
She redirected his momentum instead of fighting it.
Rex stumbled past her once more.
His own speed betrayed him.
The giant crashed chest-first into the ropes before barely catching himself.
Murmurs rippled through the crowd.
"Did she... push him?"
"No..."
"He almost threw himself."
"How is that possible?"
Even the corrupt guards exchanged uncertain glances.
This wasn't the brutal domination they had expected.
Something felt...
Different.
Marcus clenched his jaw.
He could already sense the mood changing.
People had arrived expecting a slaughter.
Instead, they were witnessing something they couldn't understand.
Rex turned slowly.
His breathing had become heavier.
Not because he was exhausted.
Because he was confused.
Nobody had ever made him miss three times in a row.
Nobody.
Kate finally spoke.
"You're relying on your strength."
Rex sneered.
"So what?"
"When strength becomes a habit..."
"It blinds you."
His expression darkened.
"You think you're smarter than me?"
"No."
Kate's voice remained calm.
"I think you're predictable."
The words hit harder than any punch.
A roar of anger escaped Rex's throat.
He charged again with everything he had.
This time he unleashed a furious barrage of punches.
Left.
Right.
Hook.
Uppercut.
Hammer fist.
Each strike was powerful enough to knock out an ordinary fighter.
Yet every punch met only empty air.
Kate slipped around them with astonishing precision.
She wasn't faster.
She was earlier.
She seemed to know where each attack would land before Rex himself committed to it.
Every dodge was measured.
Every step economical.
No wasted movement.
No panic.
No flourish.
She looked less like someone fighting...
And more like someone solving a familiar puzzle.
The spectators stopped shouting.
One by one, they rose from their seats.
Even the gamblers forgot about their betting slips.
Only the sound of Rex's heavy breathing echoed through the warehouse.
After nearly a minute of relentless attacks...
He still hadn't landed a single clean hit.
Sweat dripped down his forehead.
His chest rose and fell violently.
Kate's breathing remained almost unchanged.
Marcus felt an unfamiliar knot tighten in his stomach.
"This isn't right..."
He glanced toward the guards.
Neither of them looked comfortable anymore.
One whispered quietly,
"Who exactly is she?"
Marcus didn't answer.
Because for the first time...
He wasn't sure he wanted to know.
Inside the ring, Rex wiped sweat from his eyes.
His confidence had begun to crack.
He had expected fear.
Instead, he found patience.
He had expected panic.
Instead, he found perfect control.
Kate looked at him with the same calm expression she had worn since entering the prison.
Then she said something so quietly that only Rex could hear.
"My grandfather taught me something."
Rex narrowed his eyes.
"What?"
She lowered her stance ever so slightly.
"The biggest opponent..."
"...usually falls because of the smallest mistake."
For the first time in many years...
Rex hesitated.
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And that single moment of hesitation...
Was exactly what Kate had been waiting for.
