The kick didn’t come out. Instead, his right leg snapped backwards as he made a slight hop in the air. At the same time, his right fist thrusting forward, fast. Gilda found the move, the setup of it, beautiful. She wasn’t completely sure how intentional it was, but Marco used his earlier kicks to establish a pattern of his fighting style for the Talon to read. When he raised his leg again, she thought he was going for another kick. 