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come at her from another direction.
    Panic flared across her brain. What if someone attacked her and she couldn’t defend herself? Her heart raced, movements becoming disjointed. Kyele slid behind her and Joni spun around. He wasn’t there. She blinked as Kyele wavered out of focus. The speed and agility of his attacks continued to throw her off rhythm. Joni kicked out in desperation, using her legs and elbows in addition to the knives she clutched.
    Her jaw clenched in determination, but none of the tricks she’d learned with the other guys worked. Team One grew silent, picking up on the intensity between her and Kyele. He was fast, moving at a speed that shouldn’t be possible. Sensing an opening when he paused to adjust his footing, Joni ducked low and came at him full force. He blocked the move, using his forearm to keep her from slicing his mid-section even as he stepped back.
    Thinking she had him, Joni pressed her advantage only to have her footing slip. Kyele grunted when their bodies slammed together. Chests bumped and legs tangled as they struggled with their arms locked. At one point their gazes clashed. His glowed with arousal, and she was certain her increased heart rate was partially due to being turned on by their close contact.
    With a shove, Kyele broke her hold on his arms and twisted away, tagging Joni behind the knee with his booted foot. Her leg buckled and she fell forward.
    Instead of coming at her, he waited until she regained her balance, wiping his wrist across his mouth. The speckle of blood on his bottom lip caused her eyes to widen. She must have nicked him when she fell. He didn’t complain though merely arched a brow.
    Incredible. Hair tumbling over his forehead and bare chest rising with each breath, Joni found herself struggling with concentration in the face of his undeniable sex appeal. Green eyes shone as he took her measure. Her nipples contracted tightly and Joni almost whimpered from the pleasure and pain of it but she forced herself to concentrate.
    Getting close to Kyele was key. Then he couldn’t use his speed against her. Risking a pretty painful blow once her mid-section was exposed, Joni launched a spin kick designed to force him backward. His hand whipped out and wrapped around her ankle, but Joni followed through with the move. Her other leg landed a punishing kick to his neck which by design should have incapacitated him.
    Kyele dropped her ankle in the nick of time, blocking the foot aimed for his face and twisted about to deliver a chop to her side that barely tapped her skin. Then his palm planted flat to her chest before she could blink. The blow should have knocked her across the room but he didn’t put any force behind the strike. Joni landed on her feet and bent over panting.
    She needed a minute to recover but Kyele rushed her before she could react. His hands gripped her hips and tossed her to the mats. Hard. Breath rushed from her lungs all at once, and her eyes watered as she lay flat on her back. Pain radiated down her spine as she struggled to rise, both weapons in her hands. Kyele knocked one knife from her hold and it flew across the room. He snatched the other from her hand.
    Cold steel pressed against her neck, while a large thigh pinned her to the mat. Unwilling to give up, Joni twisted and bucked beneath him. As Kyele leaned more of his weight into her, his green eyes darkened. He captured both of her hands in one of his and stretched her arms above her head, limiting her range of motion.
    “What would you do now?”
    Joni huffed and thrust her hips up. He exhaled, the breath soft against her cheek. Another thrust and he groaned. His shaft pulsed against her leg and soon desire replaced the frustration she’d been feeling. Her bones melted and Joni bit her bottom lip to muffle a needy moan.
    “Now who’s the baddest?” he teased.
    After a few more attempts to get free, Joni’s head fell back on the floor. She faced his gloating smirk, her words