Bia settled into her own fighting stance, a slow smirk creeping across her face. "Oh, honey. These fists have brought down mountains. Your little ass ain't no thing."
She spared a final glance for Antigone, caught her eye and gave her a wink.
Then she was in motion, surging forward to meet Ares with a brutal left hook.
Fists of sand? Little bitch. He'd be tasting her fists before the night was through.