Look at that. She was Drio's type after all.

I kicked her in the kneecap. Her leg buckled under her, allowing me to tackle her around the waist, and pin her to the ground. Before Isabella could take me out at close range, I slammed my fist with the reinforced ribbon into her temple.

She went slack.

I checked her pulse and breathing. Both were slow but steady. She'd recover. I sat back on my calves, breathing hard, one hand pressed to my side.

Isabella ...