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

She lit a cigarette, not because she smoked, but because it looked good for the nonexistent cameras.

She stood, wiped her shin on his silk shirt, and walked out through the casino’s kitchen, past stunned cooks holding ladles like weapons. She lit a cigarette, not because she smoked,

Kandy’s left leg whipped up so fast the air cracked. Her shin met his temple. He dropped like a sack of wet cement. The second threw a hook—she ducked, pivoted, and landed a spinning back fist, then a kikku —a jump kick to the third man’s chest that sent him crashing through a glass table. Her shin met his temple

Serpien’s eyes rolled back. He crumpled. Serpien’s eyes rolled back

She was the Hi Kix Kick Ass Model Habit. A mouthful, yes, but so was a roundhouse to the teeth. By day, she graced magazine covers in Milan. By night, she was a mixed-fighting retrieval agent for a shadow syndicate that paid in uncut sapphires. Her habit? She never lost. And she always, always kicked high.