Mixed Fighting Kick Ass Kandy Agent Hi Kix Kick As Model Habbit Serpien Info

Kandy stepped into a waiting tuk-tuk and gave the driver an address—a rooftop bar where the champagne was cold and the stairs were a perfect warm-up for a 720-degree kick.

Serpien stood up, his forked tongue flickering. “You think you’ve won?” Kandy stepped into a waiting tuk-tuk and gave

He lunged—not with fists, but with a neuro-toxin spat from a gland in his throat. Kandy twisted. The venom sizzled past her ear. In the same motion, she chambered her right leg and unleashed her signature move: the Hi Kix Kick Ass —a question-mark kick that started low, then snapped over his guard and smashed into his temple. Kandy twisted

“Kandy,” he hissed. “You’re not dressed for a fight.” “Kandy,” he hissed

Kandy entered the VIP lounge barefoot. Her dress was a liquid gold slip, slit to the hip. The bouncers saw a model. Serpien saw a ghost. He was a pale, scaled thing—actual reptile grafts on his neck—sitting in a velvet chair, surrounded by six Muay Thai killers.

“Serpien is sleeping,” she said. “Drive retrieved. And tell wardrobe I need new heels. These have blood on them.”

“I think I haven’t broken a sweat,” Kandy said. “And these are Manolos.”