A grunt exploded from Kim as she landed heavily on the bare concrete floor of that latest in the long line of lairs within which Dr. Drakken resided. Her arch enemy, Shego, stood over her as she glared from her position on the floor.
“Aww, did wittle Kimmie trip?” A leg swung out, toward Kim's side. “Too bad!”
Kim rolled out of the way and sprang to her feet, launching a kick to Shego's knee that almost connected. Their movements were furious and rapid, their faces screwed up in concentration. Furiously concentrating eyes met sparkling ones and the frown on her face deepened as she realized that the other woman was enjoying this.
Something other lurked in those eyes. Something that vaguely unsettled her.
What that something was, she couldn't place immediately.
Whatever it was, it would have to wait until some time when she /wasn't/ in the middle of an extremely physical fight.
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