Without warning, she drove her fist into his solar plexus. The impact was wet and sickening, the sound of air being forcibly expelled from a body.
Theo doubled over, his lungs seizing, but she refused to let him collapse. She maintained her death grip on his collar, using his own weight to keep him upright, forcing him to endure the full agony of the next moment.
"My best friend's daughter... You stood over her and over the man who has saved this entire household more times than I can count, and you raised three generations of Nightwing steel over their throats while they slept!"
She swung again. This time, her knuckles found his jaw with a brutal, grinding force.
The sound of teeth clicking together echoed off the stone. Theo's legs finally betrayed him, buckling beneath the assault, but Aurelia went down with him.
