He saw her arms shook slightly after he tried to land a blow on her cheek which she blocked quickly with precision, her face composed. He didn't trust her expression, hence he observed her body, the way her muscles tensed and the accuracy of her blows.
She retreated backwards swiftly, her fingers curled into fists. He saw them tremble. Smirking, he breathed deeply, eyes watching the short feminine figure in front of him.
This'll be fast, he thought, as he made the second attack on the armed girl. The next moment wasn't what he had expected. His knuckles made contact with her right brow, almost damaging the eyeball. Something wasn't right. He had never missed a hit, but she had proven that vampires can make mistakes. She gripped his elbow, sending an ultimate and final punch. His jaw hung pathetically from his face.
"Excitement," she spoke to him in his mind. "I was merely feeling the rush of adrenaline". Then she left him lying on the ground, helpless.
My heart, my ego... he thought.