Kim rolled her eyes as Henchman number twelve did the exact same thing as the eleven henchmen before him: swung wide enough for her to see his punch coming from a mile away.
Blindfolded.
Ducking under his arm, she delivered a vicious punchto directly under his diaphragm. He didn't see it, and his stomach was far too flabby to be hiding a pack of any number beneath the layers of fat.
He collapsed to his knees, his face turning red with startling rapidity.
Henchman thirteen loomed up from the darkness, a scowl on his face. It was quickly obscured by the sole of Kim's boot.
With a sigh, she scanned the lair one last time.
No challenge.
No challenge at all.
Just then, a familiar green flash zipped by her head. A wide grin split her face.
That was more like it.
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