With a low shout, Francesca tightened her fist and launched the first attack.

Chantelle sneered, calmly met her with one hand, and effortlessly brushed her punch aside. She was just about to mock her when a sharp whistle cut through the air, so fast it made her skin crawl.

"Oh no!" Chantelle's eyes widened in alarm. She jerked her neck back instinctively, craning it up as something flashed downward like lightning.

Above her, Aspen's dagger had sliced through the air so fast it left a faint