CRACK!
Her fist connected with the thug's jaw so hard that a loud thudding sound echoed through the street.
The guy didn't just stumble back—he was LAUNCHED.
His body slammed into the ground with a force that shook the pavement, leaving him groaning in pain.
The remaining thugs froze in complete horror.
Their faces immediately got drained of color as one of them pointed at Amara. "W-Wait, she's an Awakener?!"
Another cursed under his breath while stepping backward. "Shit! Run!"
Without another word, they all bolted like scared rats, leaving their friend writhing on the ground.
Victor who had been ready to throw down, simply stood there.
Then—
He whistled.
"Damn, Amara. That was hot."
Amara brushed her knuckles off while smirking slightly. "Well, you were taking too long, so I figured I'd handle it myself."
Victor crossed his arms. "You do know I could've handled that, right?"