The moment Athena’s fist came into contact with Kaya’s nose, she felt some relief wash over her. Relief from what? She had no idea. Her hand went to her nose, examining the amount of blood now spilling from it. She responded with a chuckle. “Finally living up to your reputation.” She spoke, wiping the blood as best she could, only making it worse no doubt. “For a little bitch, you’re one tough cookie.” She spat, hoping to provoke her even more.
To describe what Athena was feeling would hard. She was thrilled to have punched something, someone, but that feeling alone made her wary. The fact that she felt that way made her sick. Maybe that was why she was named after a war god and not something else. “I’d reframe  from call me a bitch,” she warned, shaking the hand she used.Â