With two clean slaps, Shiloh sent Walter flying across the ring. She dashed forward two steps and launched into the air, delivering a powerful spinning kick.

Walter went soaring like nothing, crashing back onto the upper bleachers. The same place he had leaped from like some righteous hawk. The thuds and crashing sounds echoing from above left no doubt. The Driscoll family's Shadow Division leader had been wrecked badly.

Shiloh casually strolled back to Andrew, dusting her hands off like she had just finished a chore. She asked, "You good?"

Andrew gave a wry smile. "I'm fine. What about you?"

Shiloh's face was calm and cool. "What could happen to me? If you're fine, let's go. I'm starving."

Andrew's mouth twitched. "Shiloh, were you using your full strength just now?"

She tilted her head, looking genuinely confused. "I honestly don't know. It just feels like no matter who I'm up against, I'm never afraid. It feels like I can always handle it. But sometimes it depends on m