<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla pressed her lips together, knowing he was right but not wanting to admit it. It was why she’d avoided  a direct confrontation with him. But if she ever did have to defend herself, there was never a guarantee in this city that your opponent would be anything mundane. Her movements were slow, steady, and graceful as she circled him, watching for an opening, but at full power, she wasn’t sure there was going to be one.</span>