Kratos's head snapped to the side and he grinned back at her. Then they were going at it without respite. Kratos didn't go easy on her - he'd never gone easy on either of his sisters, because it wasn't like they couldn't take it. His siblings were pretty much the only ones in the world who could handle Kratos at full strength. And while that strength wasn't what it used to be in Ancient Greece, it still might have killed a mortal man if he let it all out.
Soon he was breathing hard, the taste of blood in his mouth and more blood dripping down over his eye from a gash that had formed on his forehead.