Elektra's martial skills were already exceptional, but there was a problem: as a diplomat's daughter with bodyguards at her side, she rarely even dealt with street thugs herself.
Bullseye, standing opposite her, was a top-tier killer with an innately twisted nature, cold-blooded and cunning.
One was a pampered young lady who had only fought others in training; the other was a devious assassin hardened by countless battles, with countless lives on his hands.
Elektra moved first. She was so fast that only an afterimage remained, her sai stabbing toward Bullseye's heart with a sharp whistle. Her moves flowed seamlessly, each strike cutting off every avenue of retreat. Bullseye backed away and dodged again and again. A blade skimmed his face, leaving a bloody line across his cheek.
Bullseye brushed his fingers lightly over his cheek. At the sight of the blood on his fingertips, he showed no anger. Instead, a cold, sinister smile appeared.
Their brief exchange had told him all he needed to know. The woman before him was highly skilled, but she had never fought for her life. All she knew was how to follow established routines.
People like that were the easiest to deal with.
Just as Elektra gathered her strength for a full-force horizontal slash, Bullseye deliberately left a fatal opening, turning sideways to expose himself. Elektra did not hesitate, following through with a straight thrust-having never fought real killers who would stoop to anything, she failed to recognize the trap.
The next second, Bullseye seized his chance and drove a dart through Elektra's weapon-wielding right hand with a backhand strike!
Agony exploded through her. Elektra's sai flew from her hand and clattered heavily onto the slick paving stones, leaving her mind blank for an instant.
Nothing like this had ever happened in training. No one