Sure, they would. And up until Jax avoided the first swing, he had still been of that mind.
However, when the pole behind him bent even after he had cleanly evaded the punch thrown his way, the redhead realized that bending would go both ways.
"!!!"
He couldn't even blink twice at that.
Shit.
They don't even need to connect with anything to deal damage!
What bionic?!
He knew he wasn't the smartest tool in their shed, but if this was what counted as simply "bionic," then his children might as well grow on ice!
Because surely, there was nothing simple about that.
The distance between them opened again as both fighters naturally separated, their movements light but deliberate as they reset.
Jax watched as his female opponent planted her feet wide, firm, and grounded.
A proper fighting stance.
Her posture lowered slightly, weight balanced, shoulders loose but ready, as her gaze locked onto Jax with unmistakable confidence.
