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Revelations of Destiny	By : Kellendros Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63461 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Note: Yes, I am aware there are no Elemental Kung Fu styles, but the idea and nod to Avatar was too good to pass up. ;) Spoiler Note; do not read if you seek to avoid a minor spoiler:
It you want an idea of what [The Way] looks like, imagine the speed of Jet Li, the brutal efficiency of Tony Jaa in Ong Bak, and the near impossible positioning and placement advantage The Rock used in The Rundown.
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   “Well, that was fun.” Corscan said as she carefully eased up on her staff. “Y’almost had me a bunch ‘a times there.”

   “Heh… you too.” Kim responded, lifting her staff and stepping back, freeing Corscan.

   Even though the contest had ended with Corscan sweating as much as Kim and breathing almost as heavily, Kim was left wanting. She wondered if the results would have been the same if this had been a serious match instead of just a warm-up for the main event. If she had been free to push herself at full speed and exertion, and Corscan had been free to use her full strength in her strikes, blocks, and counters, would it have still ended in a draw, or would one of them have managed to gain a partial or full victory over the other?

   “So, you all warmed up now?” Corscan asked, breaking into Kim’s pondering thoughts.

   Looking up, Kim answered; “Yeah, you could say that,” as she swiped her upper forearm across her forehead to wipe away the sheen of sweat there with her sleeve.

   “Good. Gimme your staff an’ I’ll put ‘em away so we can get started.”

   “Ok.”

   Kim handed her staff to Corscan and then trotted over to her backpack and squatted down next to it, first to get some more water from the bottle she had left beside it, and then to dig around inside it until she found her blue scrunchie. Still crouching, Kim grabbed her hair and gathered it all up and tight back before wrapping the scrunchie around the base of the new ponytail riding high on the crown of her head several times to secure it tightly. Just as she was finishing up, a sharp whistle from across the room drew her attention to Corscan as she stood next to one of the tables in the weapons area across the room.

   “Catch.” Corscan said before gently lobbing a small, grey object towards Kim in a long arc, followed up by a second one a moment later, before the first had even arrived.

   Catching the first and then second object, Kim examined them and saw that they were plain-wrapped bars of some kind. Tearing the tough tri-layer paper, plastic, and foil wrapper of one open with her teeth, Kim peeled it back and found a PowerBar sized clump of granola and dried fruit chunks held together with a heavy honey-glaze coating inside. Happily crunching away on the treat, Kim put the other bar down next to her backpack and picked up her water again before standing and turning to watch Corscan doing basically the same thing she was only on the other side of the room.

   Once she had finished her bar, Kim drank about a third of her water and set it back on the floor next to the remaining bar before heading back out onto the mats to meet Corscan once more, this time to start what she was really here for tonight.

   As Kim approached the center of the room, she watched Corscan pad towards her in return, and all of her previous feelings started rising up in her again, only this time even more so now that she had a better idea of what she was up against. As far as Kim could tell, Corscan was good—very good. In her own way she was probably as good as Shego or Monkey Fist was, and the coming competition would be much closer than Kim had expected it to be… and Kim was excited over that. This was going to be a fight to remember, a contest that would push her to her limits, and most importantly, one she could truly enjoy for once, instead of worrying about what would happen if she lost.

   Not that I’m going to lose, Kim thought with a smile as she came to a stop just shy of the center of the room, about six feet away from Corscan.

   “So, you ready?” Corscan asked.

   “As ready as I’ll ever be.” Kim answered, still smiling.

   “All right. We’ll take short breaks every fifteen minutes or so, but otherwise, it’s as nonstop as we make it.”

   “Fifteen minutes eh? Sure you’re not being a little overconfident there?” Kim couldn’t help ribbing at the matter-of-fact way Corscan assumed the contest was going to last marathon levels in fighting terms.

   “Nope,” Corscan said with a wry grin. “Not at all.”

   Kim just smiled and shook her head slightly in response, a barely existent chuckle in the back of her throat.

   Her smile fading, Corscan dropped into a wide stance and Kim tensed into one of her own as the big woman suddenly carried out an in-place kata using broad, sweeping arm movements that Kim quickly recognized as Mantis Style Kung Fu, ending with Corscan settling into a nearly flawless Mantis Stance, one leg extended towards Kim and slightly bent while she half-squatted back on the other, both arms raised shoulder high and bent with the hands angled down sharply. Then Corscan tilted her head slightly and quirked an eyebrow at Kim, her smile returning as she did so.

   Kim was puzzled for a moment; confused that Corscan hadn’t taken a Muay Thai style hard stance or a more blended combination style stance like she had expected her to do. Then she finally got the message; it was another challenge. With a growing smile, Kim nodded and performed a Mantis kata of her own before ending it mirroring Corscan’s stance perfectly.

   As soon as Kim settled fully into her stance the fight was on, Corscan hopping forward with a thrusting kick that Kim avoided with a sidestep before having to throw up a sequence of forearm and wrist blocks as Corscan followed up with a series of arm strikes. The blows came in hard and fast, and Kim had no doubt that they would hurt if they hit, but it was obvious Corscan wasn’t striking as brutally as she could, nor was she trying to take Kim out, just… hurt her a little if she wasn’t on her game. Kim matched her intensity and felt her out, staying defensive for a while before finally committing to an offence as well, striking back with the same level of power and violence Corscan was using.

   The fight went on for about three or four minutes before it became clear that despite getting a few good hits in, and having a reach advantage for the style, Corscan was losing to Kim’s superior skill and ability—not by very much, but losing nonetheless. After yet another furious exchange, Corscan took several steps back instead of pursuing as Kim disengaged, and then partially dropped her stance, still on guard just in case Kim came back in after her, but obviously standing down.

   Kim took another step back and did the same; taking the opportunity to suck down some much needed air. As Kim stood looking at Corscan the other woman watched her in return, both of them sweating while they quickly recovered their breathing. Then Corscan gave Kim a single inclined nod, which Kim sensed was her conceding the match to her. After that, Corscan initiated yet another kata, this time very centered and grounded, ending with her dropping into a broad Horse Stance. With a tight smile, the now recovered Kim performed a Horse Style kata of her own and took the offensive as soon as she hit her Stance.

   And so it went, with Kim and Corscan matching Styles and fighting with an intensity somewhere between that of a full contact sparring match and a full on fight for their lives. Each Style exchange lasted about five minutes more or less, including recovery time, and as the minutes dragged on into hours, Kim found herself pushed hard, but even so, she came out ahead for the most part.

   In the animal styles, Corscan dominated Kim nearly completely in the ones that played to her strengths and crippled Kim’s; Tiger, Bear, and Elephant, but Kim was equally superior in those that played to her own; Leopard and Snake. For the rest, they were close matches in Dragon, Lion, Horse, Crane, and Mantis, and Kim really had to work to neutralize the specific advantage of reach or power, or both, that Corscan had in each individual style, but she managed; sometimes closer than she would have liked, but she did. In the elemental styles Corscan crushed Kim like a bug in Earth, and gave her only a marginal victory in Fire, but Kim dominated in return when it came to Air, and was actually quite surprised to find her Water victory was nearly as close as her Fire victory had been, again reminding her that Corscan was much more agile and supple than her heavy frame would suggest.

   Still, it wasn’t all serious competition, as Kim got a laugh when Corscan started bouncing and rolling around while scratching herself, slapping her hands on the floor, and pounding her chest, and she had no choice but to raise her hands in defeat while saying; “Sorry, but that’s Ron’s thing, not mine. I barely know the basics of Monkey Style, and only then because I’ve seen and fought it so much.”

   “Well alrighty then.” Corscan had deadpanned with a grin in a near perfect Ace Ventura shtick before shifting to Lion Style and continuing on as if nothing had happened.

   After going through all the traditional styles Kim knew, it was time for their fifth break, and as Kim went back over to the considerable mess she was making next to her backpack with energy bar wrappers, water bottles, and sweat towels that Corscan had provided as time went on, she thought for the second time that maybe wearing her mission clothes hadn’t been such a good idea after all. Even her cargo pants were damp with sweat now, and her shoes were practically starting to squish while she walked. But still, she was really having fun despite the discomfort. Her whole body was tight with the extended exertion, and she was pleasantly numb from the strain, barring the double handful of painful bruises she had collected. The long fighting had brought her close to her full game too, and she was enjoying how everything was falling into place for her, with her tactics, timing, and execution syncing up like they had only a few times in the past, when she was really being pushed by her enemies.

   After wiping down, eating another half an energy bar, and drinking another third of her second bottle of water, Kim headed back out to the center of the mats again, and when she arrived, she smiled and said; “So, what is it? About four for you, seven for me, and three that were too close to call?”

   “Sounds about right.” Corscan answered.

   “Soooooo… you give up?” Kim said in a hopeful tone, but not really expecting it—and actually hoping Corscan wasn’t done yet as well. She still wanted to see what the big woman could do using her full ability instead of limiting herself to a single Kung Fu style, and she wanted to test herself against the unfamiliar styles she was sure Corscan knew as well. And secretly, deep down, she even wanted the contest to start moving on to the next level that Corscan had pushed so hard for, where the welfare of flesh and bone would be at stake and they were going head-to-head as hard as they could push themselves.

   “Yeah, right.” Corscan said dryly, the left side of her mouth curling up into a deep smile. Drawing her fingers across the lines of her powerful six-pack abs she held her damp fingertips up to Kim and asked; “This look like blood to you? No? Then we ain’t nearly done yet, now are we?”

   “Ok then, if you really want me to kick your ass some more, I guess I’ll just have to.” Kim teased with a smile of her own.

   Corscan gave a single short laugh and then shook out the muscles of her arms and legs before bouncing up and down a few times. Then she settled and gave Kim an intense, focused stare unlike any she had seen from her so far tonight. Slowly tensing her muscles to a taunt rigidity, Corscan clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles popped and then she bent her head to either side, cracking her neck sharply. Turning partially side-on to Kim, Corscan raised her arms slightly and bounced on the balls of her feet a few times while her whole mannerism seemed to shift to something else entirely, one that itched in the back of Kim’s mind as something she should recognize. Still bouncing, Corscan made a low yowling sound like one of Ron’s kiais and snapped her legs back and forth and swayed from side to side in a display of fast footwork while sawing her forearms up and down in short rapid arcs.

   Raising her right hand to her face, Corscan dragged the rounded underside of her thumb up the side of her nose before snapping it across the bridge and out to the side while saying; “You can’t beat me… I’m Bruce Lee!” in a clipped, rapid tone.

   After a brief second’s pause trying to fight it and failing, Kim burst into giggling laughter at the display. It was uncanny; the stance, movements, and body language all screamed Bruce Lee; it was like the Dragon was reincarnated in front of her, complete with Ron-like sound effects—albeit much more serious seeming ones.

   Oh that’s just low, Kim thought to herself as she shook her head with a broad grin she just couldn’t seem to suppress. Comedy is not a fair weapon to be using in a fight.

   Still, Jeet Kune Do was a much broader style—practically wide open actually if you embraced its core fundamentals of “take what works for you, dump the rest, and then use it”—and one that formed a heavy foundation of Kim’s own blended style. That meant that this next fight should be much more demanding and interesting for the both of them.

   Spinning into a quick, sweeping kata, Kim settled into her usual prepared stance, crouching side-on to Corscan with one arm up behind her and the other extended towards the bouncing, swaying woman.

   “Just call me the dragon slayer then, Bruce.” Kim said with a raised eyebrow before motioning Corscan towards her with her two extended fingers. “Bring it.”

   A split second later Kim was regretting that challenge as, gasping, she ducked low and to the side to avoid an unbelievably fast Flying Dragon Kick hurtling through the space her head had occupied only an instant beforehand. Even as she recovered, she was falling back in the face of a whirlwind assault of spin, snap, and thrust kicks that came in at all heights from high to low as Corscan immediately renewed her assault the instant she landed. After nearly a half-dozen frantic hops, ducks, and a couple of blocks, Kim was just starting to recover her timing and stance when Corscan blew it out of the water again by abruptly shifting to arm strikes, her combinations of jabs and backfists lashing in with all the blinding speed and power of the Dragon himself, while the yowling kiais that accompanied them began to seriously grate on Kim’s hard-pressed nerves.

   Gritting her teeth tightly and baring them in a snarl, Kim concentrated on establishing a proper—instead of desperate—defense in the face of the relentless attack. All but the barest pretense of friendly competition remained now; Corscan was really trying to hurt her, and actually had several times. The only thing she hadn’t tried yet were moves that could maim or cripple an opponent, but her strikes were coming in at full, if well controlled, power, and even blocking them was hurting Kim a little, since she still hadn’t recovered her stance and timing enough to use proper deflective blocks instead of outright hard-stop blocks for the most part.

   Damnit! She really is as good as Shego! Kim thought before wincing in pain as she failed to block a thrust punch and was tagged hard in the shoulder before she could try and roll with the blow. Ow! And she hits harder too, funky glowing hands aside!

   Still continuing to retreat, it was nearly a minute of hell before Kim finally got the distance and time she needed to disengage fully, bounding into a series of back and side handsprings that carried her far enough and fast enough away from the pursuing Corscan to be able to land and establish her full stance once more. This time as Corscan attacked, Kim met her head-on with an aggressive defense, refusing to let the bigger woman put her off her timing again.

   Soon Kim was confident enough in the security of her defense to start working towards a counteroffensive. Falling back a little, Kim pulled Corscan’s offense forward just as she reversed direction and moved back in towards her, swaying to the right and ducking low under another of Corscan’s punches before coming around to the left and back up, inside Corscan’s guard. As she straightened, Kim whipped a jabbing right uppercut solidly into the bottom of Corscan’s jaw, followed up with a left overhand punch to her face that caught the side of her nose, and then planted her right hand in the other woman’s right armpit, grabbed Corscan’s right wrist with her left hand and then twisted and bent over, using the momentum from Corscan’s advance and the arm lever to flip Corscan completely over her to slam hard and uncontrolled into the floor nearly four feet away from her.

   Coming up again, Kim regained her stance immediately, ready to continue or defend as needed, and then half-gasped as she noticed a heavy trickle of blood running down the side of Corscan’s face from her mouth and nose along with the fact that the other woman didn’t seem to be moving yet. A small voice inside Kim savagely rejoiced in taking the other woman down, another voice screamed at her to be careful, but the biggest, loudest voice drown out the others shouting its concern; this wasn’t really a real fight, lives weren’t at stake, and she’d just hurt someone she thought she kind of liked.

   With a little queasy twist of dread in her stomach, Kim dropped her guard and moved next to Corscan, bending down and asking; “Are you ok?” in a concerned tone. A split second later Kim was literally falling on her ass as she frantically threw herself backwards, just in time to escape the grounded kick Corscan snapped up at her head while she was bending over, only narrowly avoiding being completely surprised by the attack.

   Even as she landed, Kim scurried away from Corscan awkwardly, moving back on her hands and feet as fast as she could. While she retreated, Kim watched Corscan snap her leg down and spin up and around to her feet in a low crouch, facing her. As Kim scrambled to her feet, thinking what the hell? Corscan rose up and swiped the back of her right hand across the side of her face, wiping away the blood. Then she spit a heavy gob of bloody saliva off to the side and dropped into an offensive stance.

   “You run over to your enemies an’ ask how they’re doin’ when the world’s at stake?” Corscan scolded disapprovingly before charging Kim.

   All right, fine, if that’s the way you want it then game on! Kim thought with a grim, determined expression falling over her features as she watched Corscan come, fern-green eyes narrowing even as her lips twisted into an aggressive snarl.

   Corscan’s assault slammed into her like a freight train, but Kim met it head on with a freight train of her own, bobbing and weaving and blocking even as she launched countless blows in return. For the first time tonight Kim truly began to draw on her full ability and reserves, aggressively using her speed and power nearly as brutally as she could, treating Corscan no differently than the myriad of foes that had fallen to her in the last few years. At best Corscan only managed to land one blow in ten now, and most of those were either glancing or Kim rolled with them. For every blow Corscan landed, Kim got three through her guard in return, and soon countless red splotches marred her dark, striped skin, heralding the coming bruises Kim’s strikes would be leaving behind.

   After nearly five minutes of hammering away at one another and definitely coming out on the losing end by a fair margin, Corscan surprised Kim by quickly disengaging and bouncing away from her in a series of acrobatic moves that carried her across the room to nearly twenty feet away. When she finally came to a stop, Corscan rose in a guarded manner, but took no real stance to speak of, and just watched Kim as they both stood sweating buckets and drawing deep, controlled breaths of air—Kim more on the deep side than the controlled.

   “So, you finally ready to give up?” Kim panted out harshly.

   “No, but you’re ready now.” Corscan answered.

   “I’m ready?” Kim shot back, annoyed.

   “Yes, you’re ready. I had to get you to this point, to get you to stop thinkin’ of this as anythin’ other than a real fight, to prove to you that I could take what you could dish out an’ give back just as good; to have you know that, an’ to get you mad an’ focused just like a real fight. If I hadn’t, this would have all been over a few seconds after it started.”

   “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m the one that’s been kicking your ass for the last hour now, more or less, and really kicking it for the last ten minutes specifically.” Kim snapped back angrily. “But if you really want me to keep going I guess I’ll have to.”

   “You’ve been kickin’ my ass because I’ve been devotin’ so much effort to stayin’ within the boundaries of the flawed styles I’ve been usin’ that it’s like I’m only half here darlin’. That ends now; you’re ready to face my true Form Kim. An’ I’m sorry to say, you’re ready to start losin’.” Corscan responded with a calm yet intense focus.

   Kim just scowled at the boastful seeming statements and watched as Corscan dropped into a broad, side-on crouch, standing high on the balls of her feet with her legs slightly bent while she crossed her arms in front of her chest and then drew them past one another, extending her straight left arm towards Kim at a shallow downward angle and folding her right arm back so her hand hovered at her shoulder with the elbow cocked back behind her. The strangest thing about the stance was her hands; she held her fingers spread, but kept the inner and outer two pressed tightly together, like the Vulcan greeting from Star Trek, or as if she had two thick fingers instead of four.

   “Attack me if you dare; I will crush you.” Corscan intoned with finality.

   Kim wasn’t sure if Corscan was trying to put her off her game with the arrogance or put her even more on it, but at this point she didn’t really care; it was time to finish this. She’d seen enough of the other woman’s abilities to know that she could take her down now, even if Corscan did start using her full style; the addition of a few unfamiliar hard styles wouldn’t make that much difference, all Kim needed to do was keep her defense up and remember to only use avoidance and deflective blocks while waiting for openings to counter in order to finish the job.

   Kim did a brief kata to center herself and once she hit her full stance moved in a quick but controlled rush towards Corscan, intending to initiate a false offensive to draw the other woman out so she could get a feel for her full style before committing to anything.

   As Kim launched her first kick, Corscan bent fluidly to the side and avoided it with seeming ease. Coming back in line as Kim followed up with a punch, Corscan bobbed low under the blow and spun in place, whipping her leg around in a sweep that knocked Kim’s legs out to the side and sent her spilling towards the floor. Time slowed for the girl, and everything seemed to happen in slow motion from that point on, each moment having crystal clarity to it. Even as Kim was falling, Corscan kept moving, rising up and burying a thrusting knee deep in Kim’s stomach. As Kim folded around Corscan’s powerful thigh, all the air in her body was blasted out of her, and she felt the impact reverse her downward direction so that she was now hurtling up and away from Corscan. As Kim flew back, Corscan kept attacking, twisting her hips so she was side-on and snapping her bent leg out, hitting Kim in the stomach again with a side thrust blade kick that lifted her even higher into the air.

   Time kept crawling along like molasses for Kim as she flew through the air and landed in a tumbling, bouncing heap, the impossibly perfectly executed combination attack having lasted no more than a second at most but seeming an eternity. As Kim lay on her back, stunned and gasping for air that just wouldn’t come, she saw Corscan launch herself in a compact leap towards her, legs drawn up, left arm extended, and right arm cocked back with a tight fist held at her shoulder. Kim tried to move, but her body still wouldn’t respond, and the big woman descended upon her like a meteor, landing kneeling with her left foot slamming into the mat just under Kim’s arm and her right knee hitting on the far side of her chest under the other arm. Even as Corscan hit the floor with a shuddering impact she was thrusting down with her right arm, the incoming punch pistoning towards its target between Kim’s eyes before coming to a sudden, perfect stop less than a quarter inch away from it. The wind from the blow hit Kim’s face so hard it felt like someone had smacked her lightly with a rolled up newspaper.

   Time snapped back to full speed for Kim and she went into gasping, rasping spasms as she tried and failed to make herself breathe over and over again. Even as panic began rising in Kim, Corscan dropped her arm and shifted backward with a squatting step so that she was kneeling over Kim’s hips now. Reaching down with a look of concern, Corscan slipped her left hand under Kim’s neck and tilted her head back slightly while placing her right hand against Kim’s stomach, just under her ribs, and started to press down and then let up at various points in a steady rhythm.

   “Come on, that’s it; breathe for me Kim, just like that, breathe…” Corscan coaxed calmly, staring intently into Kim’s frightened eyes.

   Kim again struggled to get a breath in, and relief flooded through her as she finally seemed to succeed slightly now that Corscan was doing whatever it was she was doing to her. As her breathing slowly came back in gasping fits, as soon as she was capable Kim wheezed out; “What— what was that?”

   “That… was the sound of me kickin’ your ass.” Corscan said with a soft smile.

   Kim was too happy with being able to breathe again to be very angry over the flip response, so instead she concentrated on that breathing and replaying the events that had gotten her here over and over again in her mind. The attack had been like nothing she’d ever seen before; blindingly fast and almost impossibly precise, it had been unbelievably effective—as a matter of fact, Kim was astonished that she wasn’t much more injured than she seemed to be.

   “Why… why aren’t I hurt more?” Kim panted out as she slowly started to breathe normally again.

   “Because I know what I’m doin’?” Corscan answered cryptically before she released Kim’s neck and let go of her stomach. Offering her right hand to Kim, she continued; “C’mon, you’re ok now, let’s get you up.”

   Once Corscan had effortlessly pulled her to her feet, Kim looked up and asked; “So, I thought we weren’t supposed to worry about one another now…”

   Corscan smiled and replied; “Yeah, well… there’s a difference between a fall with some blood an’ a punctured lung. I’m not used to fightin’ someone all slender like you are, an’ I wasn’t completely sure I didn’t clip a rib there at the end of it.”

   “All right, just checking.” Kim said before she suddenly tightened her grip on Corscan’s hand and hopped up, pulling out on Corscan’s arm while planting her left foot hard on the front of the woman’s right hip, just above her thigh. Straightening out, Kim whipped her right leg in at the side of Corscan’s head as fast and as hard as she could from the elevated position—and was shocked as Corscan almost casually caught her incoming attack on a forearm block and stopped it dead. She was even more shocked when Corscan ripped her right arm free of Kim’s grip and snapped a hard punch up into her inner thigh only a heartbeat after the kick landed.

   Falling back, Kim shoved off with her left leg and sailed through the air in a mostly graceful backflip to land in a controlled stance nearly ten feet away, throbbing agony pulsing up from the inside of her leg where Corscan had so viciously punched her.

   “You’ll have to do better than that darlin’.” Corscan said as Kim glared at her. She was still smiling.

   All right, fine… Kim thought as she pushed the pain to the back of her mind and ignored it.

   Charging forward, Kim initiated a true assault, launching a whirlwind of spinning, snap, and side thrust kicks along with short jabs, backfists, and spinning backfists while springing around Corscan to come at her from a dozen different angles. The big woman weathered the storm with seeming ease, and after a few more seconds blocking, she attacked in return. Kim blocked a left to her head, barely stopped a knee to her chest with both hands, and then, as her guard was lowered and she was being pushed back by the impact, Corscan’s right forearm smashed into the side of her face like an only slightly less hard baseball bat.

   Staggering back, pain blossomed down Kim’s cheek even as little sparkly white outlined black dots danced across her vision and the room seemed to spin and dip around her like an ocean liner in the middle of a hurricane. Stumbling, Kim almost fell down in a heap before she finally managed to regain her balance. Shaking her head to clear it, Kim tried to focus her muddled thoughts and succeeded, quickly looking to Corscan, expecting the other woman to be advancing on her in her current unguarded, weakened state… but Corscan just stood in her original position, watching her. Then she shook her head and sighed softly.

   “You’re still not gettin’ it. The only way you’ll have a chance against me is if you don’t hold back, not even a little. But I guess you can’t believe that unless I prove it to you. Fine…” Corscan said in an aggravated tone.

   With that, Corscan abandoned her stance and stood almost casually, turning her right side to Kim and tucking her left arm behind her with her hand in a fist and forearm pressed tight to the small of her back. Then Corscan lifted her right arm out towards Kim and gestured her forward with a finger wave before twisting her wrist and assuming the odd, joined fingers position she used with the blade of her hand angled upright and facing Kim.

   It took Kim a few seconds to recognize the pose—Neo from the hallway scene with Agent Smith at the end of The Matrix—but once she did fury shot through her, hot and sharp. So she’d been taken down once and her guard broken twice, suffering hard hits, but there was no way she was going to put up with this humiliation. She was Kim Possible, the girl that could do anything, not some little kid, and now, she was going to teach this arrogant, uppity woman just exactly what that meant.

   Shooting across the room like lighting, Kim growled as she slammed into Corscan with all the speed and fury she could muster, no longer caring if she hurt the other woman, and in fact mostly trying to do some real damage now. Kim struck hard and with all the focused power and speed she could muster, lashing out with strikes against weak points like joints and nerve clusters, targeting Corscan’s sides and back, trying to break bones and shatter cartilage, and using as much brutality as she could with her blows to other less vulnerable places, swinging at full force in order to do the most tissue damage possible.

   And it didn’t work.

   Oh, Corscan certainly wasn’t as impossibly fast as Neo, and she had to actually pay attention to Kim and occasionally use her leg to block a low strike Kim sent in, but for the most part, Corscan evaded, deflected, or power-blocked every attack Kim launched at her with just one arm, tracking and turning easily with Kim every time she flipped over or sprang to the side of her in order to try and come in at another less defended angle. Then Corscan started counterattacking—while still defending, and still just using her right arm. Sharp, hard blows with a fist that didn’t do any serious damage, but hurt like hell, or brutal palm strikes that were designed more to shove Kim back and break up her rhythm than actually hurt her—though they certainly did that as well.

   And through it all, Kim felt her rage over the indignity and frustration growing, threatening to overwhelm her, but she bent all her considerable willpower to focusing, harnessing, and using it instead, absolutely determined to break through Corscan’s guard as well as establishing one of her own and showing the other woman that she would not be treated this way; that despite her losing ground now, she wasn’t done, she wasn’t going to curl up and die, and she was most definitely not going to lose this fight.

   Kim dug down deep inside herself, pulling out all the stops and using her full reserves to push harder and harder. She reached for more speed, and found it; she struggled for more power, and achieved it. She pulled and dug and drew more and more of herself into the battle, focusing every ounce of determination and purpose she had on winning; refusing to fail, refusing to accept even the possibility of failure.

   Pushing herself past anything she had ever achieved before, Kim seemed to enter some kind of fugue state as bit by bit, everything else dropped away from her. There was no more Kim. There was no more Corscan. There was no world outside. There was no room inside. All there was was her opponent and the fight that had become the sole focus of her entire being. Thought flowed seamlessly into action with no delay or hesitation, timing and technique came into perfect synch without effort, and Kim stepped up to a whole new level of ability she hadn’t known she was capable of until this very moment. Time seemed to slow, and Kim executed every attack and block perfectly with the eternity she had to carry each of them out in; she had all the time in the world to implement her technique and tactics, and she was thinking at least five moves ahead now.

   And slowly, bit-by-bit, Corscan turned. At first, there was a widening of her eyes in surprise as she suddenly had to put more and more effort into maintaining her guard, growing even greater as she found that she was no longer able to counter, so pressed was her defense by Kim. Then, a look of determined concentration as she had to put more and more effort and focus on maintaining that defense in the face of Kim’s evolving ability, until finally, that defense broke as Corscan was forced to twist and snap her left arm out from behind her, blocking a high kick from Kim before it hit her in the chest. And once that defense was broken, Kim kept it broken, pushing even harder and forcing Corscan to use her full body to keep from being hit by Kim’s relentless onslaught.

   Strangely enough, as Kim continued to press Corscan with her furious offensive, some remote part of her noted that as the surprise dropped away from Corscan’s features, it was replaced by a tight smile and a look of approving admiration… and… though Kim wasn’t sure it was really there or she was imagining it… an inexplicable sense of… pride, shining from deep within Corscan’s gold-flecked hazel eyes.

   And then, Kim’s world turned upside down again as she found herself staggering back from a twin thrust punch Corscan slipped through her guard after a series of blocks, the attack seemingly made with ease despite the perfect focus and new level of ability Kim had achieved.

   Shaking off the pain, Kim threw herself back into the fray; it was just a lucky strike… until it happened again… this time with a knee to the solar plexus that stunned her enough that she was wide open for the left forearm strike Corscan threw into the side of her head.

   Once more Kim recovered and suppressed the pain, and once more she threw herself back into the fight… and established the pattern. Time and time again Kim came in at Corscan and time and time again Kim found herself staggering back, reeling to the side, or slammed into the floor by a strike, combination, or counter of Corscan’s—sometimes mere moments after she attacked. As the stinging, throbbing, aching pain of her growing injuries began to add up, Kim reached for more inside herself, but this time, she found nothing; there was no more for her to draw upon. And from there, it was all inevitably downhill. One by one her reserves slowly dwindled and gave out; first her speed, taking with it her altered time sense, then her strength, taking with it her ease of motion, and finally her stamina, taking with it her ability to easily endure the pain she was experiencing.

   Soon just standing on her feet without staggering was a task unto itself, and Kim felt like a thousand jagged glass knives were slicing through her burning lungs while a rusty iron railroad spike twisted in her side every time she breathed. The room seemed to sway around her constantly now, and exhaustion pulled her entire body down towards the floor like she was made of lead. Worse, she was starting to crash from the near constant adrenaline rush she’d been experiencing for at least five or ten minutes now, if not longer, and with that crash came a hollow sense of despair and helplessness over her situation. She hurt and ached and throbbed all over now, as if her whole body was one big bruise, and her muscles burned with effort just trying to maintain her barely passable stance.

   Still, Kim refused to surrender; she held herself up with sheer stubborn willpower and moved forward once more by force of will alone, pushing herself to engage Corscan again. Only this time she never made it as her trembling legs collapsed under her and she went sprawling on the mat. Trying to draw herself up, Kim was confused that she couldn’t do more than sit half upright, with her legs folded to the side of her while leaning forward and supporting herself with her arms.

Looking up after trying to stand and failing once more, Kim saw Corscan standing about eight feet away from her. Dozens of green, purple, and blue-black bruises marred her otherwise flawless, striped tan skin, her right cheek and the side of her nose were swollen, and the tight wrappings covering the back of her right hand were stained red with blood, all testament to Kim’s success earlier in the night. Rivulets of sweat trickled down her slick hide, and she was breathing deep and heavy, but… it was still controlled, still regular, and she still held her strange stance with only the hint of a tremble or effort maintaining it. She was obviously hurt and tired, but… it was also obvious to Kim that she was still strong, still ready to continue for a long time more if that’s what she had to do.

   Kim mewed in the back of her throat and her eyes watered as she tried to deny the voice inside her that was telling her what she had to do, stubbornly refusing to accept it. But that voice grew stronger and stronger as inevitably, Kim could no longer ignore the truth of her situation. She felt like she was breaking inside. She wanted to scream over what was happening, wanted to crawl off under the covers with her Pandaroo and cry. But she wouldn’t. Couldn’t. She still had some pride left. A little bit anyway.

   Head sagging back down, Kim looked at the blue floor in front of her forlornly and spoke the words she never believed she would ever say to anyone in her life.

   “I—” Kim choked, and grimly clamped down on her emotions, forcing herself to get control and refusing to cry like a little girl. “I give up. You’re… you’re better than me. I can’t beat you.”

   “Are you sure?” Corscan’s voice was strangely soft, almost caring in the way she asked. Kim didn’t know why, but for some reason it made her feel a little better—a little.

   “Yes. You win. I can’t even stand up on my own…”

   Kim felt more than saw Corscan come out of her stance and pad over to where she was sitting, but she looked up again just as Corscan squatted down next to her.

   “Good.” Corscan said as she put her right hand on Kim’s left shoulder and held the other in front of her in an offering of assistance. “I was startin’ to get worried there near the end…”

   Kim took Corscan’s hand and let the other woman help her back to her feet while saying; “You were getting worried?” incredulously.

   “Yeah, I was startin’ to think I’d have to break one of your legs or somethin’ in order to stop you from killin’ yourself with exhaustion. You just would not give up, you kept throwin’ yourself at me over an’ over again, long past when I thought you’d’a given up—or at least passed out from exhaustion.” Corscan said with a smile as she started to lead Kim over to her backpack.

   “Humph. Fat lot ‘a good it did me.” Kim said sullenly.

   “Hey, don’t be like that; you did somethin’ incredible here tonight.” Corscan responded.

   “You don’t understand; this is what I do; it’s who I am… and… this is the first time I’ve ever been beaten. You didn’t just win a fight; I’ve lost fights before, and if that was all it was I’d be ok with it… but… you beat me. If this had been life and death I’d be dead right now. If the world were at stake you’d be happily installing yourself as Empress or Queen or The Supreme One or something like that while I was rotting in some dungeon somewhere. So please, don’t tell me how good I did for giving my all and not giving up ‘til you actually ground me into the dirt, because I am so not in the mood for it, ok?” Kim finished bitterly.

   Corscan grunted and stepped in front of Kim, turning back to the girl and stopping her.

   “Hey, look at me.”

   When Kim kept staring off to the side at the floor sullenly, Corscan let go of her arm, brought both hands up to grasp the sides of Kim’s head just above her neck, and then gently but firmly forced the girl to look up at her. Kim tried to resist, tried to pull back or move Corscan’s hands away from her face, but she was still too weak, and just ended up hanging off the other woman’s thickly muscled forearms helplessly while the rough cloth of Corscan’s hand wrappings scratched at the base of her jaw.

   Looking down into Kim’s eyes intently, Corscan continued; “I want you to listen to me here Kim; really listen to me, understand? What you did here tonight was unbelievable… it was… it was magnificent. The only reason you can’t see it is because you don’t have a clue what you were up against. I don’t know a few dozen styles that I’ve integrated like you do Kim; I only know one style; the style. The one style from which all the other flawed styles flow. [The Way].”

   Kim looked back into Corscan’s eyes with a sharp focus now as her brow furrowed, puzzling over what the other woman was telling her.

   “But… you used all the styles I knew. We spent over an hour sticking to each of the single forms doing it.” Kim said, confused.

   “Yeah, an’ you know how to crawl an’ walk even though you know how to run too, right? It’s sorta the same way with me, Kim. Because I know [The Way], I know how to do the flawed styles too—all of them. Every style ever conceived, every style that ever will be conceived, I can do them all just by watchin’ for a while an’ learnin’ how I need to gimp myself to crawl along with them.”

   Kim’s eyes grew wide as she finally realized what Corscan was saying. She knows… she knows every style? But that’s… that’s impossible. Isn’t it? Kim thought, before another voice countered; How else could she have beaten you?

   “Exactly,” Corscan said as she watched the comprehension dawn in Kim’s eyes. Moving her hands down to Kim’s shoulders she continued; “You shouldn’t have stood a chance against me Kim. I should have been able to take care of you like a high school jock can take care of his six-year-old brother. But I didn’t. I actually had to pay attention to what I was doin’ with you. I actually had to concentrate to hold you off completely like that without really hurtin’ you. You took everythin’ you knew an’ combined it perfectly, droppin’ everythin’ that was flawed an’ usin’ what you were left with as best it could be used. It was like you somehow knew what you were up against an’ instinctively tried to copy it. Watchin’ it happen was… incredible. Just… incredible.”

   It was more the light in Corscan’s eyes and the open admiration in her voice that was swaying Kim rather than her words, but even so, Kim couldn’t help but ask dubiously; “I really did that? Really made you work for it? You’re not just saying that to try and make me feel better?”

   Corscan’s smile deepened and she raised an eyebrow sardonically while asking; “Do I seem like the kind of woman that would say somethin’ just to make you feel better?”

   “Well ummm… yes? I kinda think you would.” Kim replied with a shy smile and a faint blush while looking down again.

   Corscan snorted once and answered; “Well, ok, so maybe you’re right. But I’m not doin’ it now, ok? You really did impress the hell outta me tonight. Really. Now come on, let’s go. You need to get some food an’ water into you before you pass out.”

   “ ‘K.” Kim responded as Corscan began to lead her over to her backpack once more. Once they got there Corscan squatted down and retrieved Kim’s latest bottle of water and the remaining half of her last energy bar. Standing up, Corscan handed them both to Kim and then watched her as she slowly ate the bar and drank the rest of her water.

   While Corscan watched her, Kim tried to concentrate on the simple task instead of thinking about what had happened, but she was less than successful. The fact that she lost was still hard to take, and Kim’s mind was racing a million miles a minute replaying and analyzing everything that had happened, stubbornly trying to figure out how she could have done better, what she should have done differently in order to have won, but it all came out to the same no matter what she came up with; Corscan was right, there was no way she could have won. But strangely enough, the more her thoughts ran circles in her head, the better Kim felt about it. If Corscan really did know some sort of super-style that incorporated the best of every other style there was, then she had done far better than she had any right to do. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more Kim realized that this fight had pushed her to the best performance of her young life; had shown her a whole new level of ability that she hadn’t known she was capable of, hadn’t even thought was possible.

   Finishing off the last of her water, Kim lowered the bottle and looked to Corscan. After a moment the other woman smiled and asked; “So, you feelin’ better now?”

   “Yeah, I think am, thank you Cor— ooh!” Kim cut off abruptly as she suddenly realized she might be feeling better, but now that she was relaxed, there was a very pressing matter that needed her attention. With a hint of a blush on her cheeks and a slight stammer, Kim quickly continued; “Ahhh, Corscan, you mentioned a bathroom when I came in earlier tonight?”

   Corscan gave a little laugh and pointed to the left hand door of the long room they were standing next to. “Right in there darlin’,” she said with an amused grin. “If you want, you can take a shower an’ clean up too.”

   “Ummm, thank you, maybe I will.” Kim said very quickly while bending down, setting her water bottle on the floor, and grabbing her backpack before rushing through the door Corscan had indicated. Once inside, Kim turned, snapped on the lights, and shut the door behind her before coming to a dead stop despite the urgency of her need, such was her reaction to the cavernous bathroom she found herself in.

   Like everything else she had seen, the room continued the wood motif Corscan seemed to favor, this time combining darker woods with beautiful satin-finish tile in various shades of tan and gleaming gold fixtures. There was a long linen cabinet on her right, and across from it was an equally long counter with two large sinks and a full wall mirror above it. In the middle of the room, past the linen closet, a tan toilet and bidet stood against the right wall, across from an elaborate series of open racks and shelves on the left wall that held a huge variety of toiletries, washcloths, and towels. Last but not least, an enormous walk-in tiled shower and a raised Jacuzzi tub took up the entire far end of the room, with the shower on the left and Jacuzzi on the right.

   “Wow,” Kim murmured before shaking her head sharply and hurrying over to the toilet. After she had finished her business, Kim ran into another problem when she couldn’t find any toilet paper. After an increasingly fretful search Kim finally realized the bidet wasn’t an option, but rather a requirement.

   “Well, guess this is something else I’ll be adding to my list of things I can do.” Kim said to herself with a smile as she stepped all the way out of her pants, moved over to the bidet, and cautiously settled onto it. After a series of goosey, jerky starts, Kim finally got used to both the foot pedal controls and the sensation of the water flows, all the while giggling up a storm—it was pretty obvious to Kim that she was just a little punchy from exhaustion and pain now.

   Just as Kim was finishing up her cleaning she looked down and saw a very discreet toilet paper dispenser that was at floor height and only just shy of being behind the toilet.

   “Oh poo!” Kim grumped before grinning like an idiot over the pun she had made. “Oh yeah, you’re definitely getting silly here Kim,” she continued to herself. “Oh well, too late to bother with it now.”

   Finally finishing up, Kim stood and glanced at her grotty, sweat-soaked cargo pants lying crumpled on the floor before turning and taking a much longer and longing look at the huge shower that seemed to be calling to her invitingly. A few minutes of investigation later and Kim was biting her lip and whining with regret as she turned away from the shower and grabbed a washcloth and towel from a rack and headed for the sink instead. As wonderful as the idea of stepping into a shower that was half the size of her entire bathroom at home was—with three shower heads and a massager no less—she couldn’t bring herself to use any of the extensive and very expensive looking shampoos and body washes that seemed to be the only thing Corscan had in her bathroom—in yet more glass bottles no less.

   Running the water, Kim stripped off the rest of her sweat-soaked clothes until she was completely naked and then filled the sink, wet and wrung out her washcloth, and started the process of quickly wiping herself down. It wasn’t a shower, but it was good enough.

   As she worked, Kim took stock of herself in the mirror. Most of her body was more or less one large mass of swollen bruises now, but surprisingly there was very little damage other than that. There were a few painful knots on the sides and back of her head, and her left cheek was swollen from the forearm strike she’d taken, but overall, she wasn’t nearly as hurt as she thought she should be. Yet again, Kim wondered how Corscan had pounded on her with such brutal strikes and left so little damage behind.

   Once Kim had finished cleaning off, she got her backpack and put it on the counter before digging out her comb and brush. Undoing her hair, Kim gave it a few dozen strokes with each before deciding it was too much of a limp, sweat-damp mess to do anything else with but put it back up in the ponytail. After that she pulled out the clothes she had worn to school and put them on before packing her mission clothes away in the bottom of her backpack with her shoes on top so they wouldn’t get her homework wet. Lastly Kim put the towel and washcloth in a nearby hamper before leaving the bathroom.

   Back in the main room, Kim saw that Corscan had cleaned up all traces of the mess they had made, as well as herself apparently, since although her clothes looked the same, she must have changed them considering they were dry now, as was she. Mostly anyway, since to Kim’s amazement, Corscan was in the middle of going through a strenuous kata on the central mat, and had worked up a faint sheen of sweat once more.

   As Corscan continued the elaborate kata Kim watched her carefully, marveling at the fluidity of the movements despite the sheer power and brutality the strikes carried. This was obviously Corscan’s true style, and now that Kim was watching it from the outside instead of fighting it head on, she was impressed that she was still even in one piece, let alone that she’d done so well against it. Which after a moment Kim realized was seriously weird for her, given how much she normally hated to lose, so it was even more proof that she actually had accomplished something good tonight despite losing in the end.

   A minute or two later Corscan finished the kata and turned to Kim, walking over to where the girl stood on the sidelines.

   “So, do you ever stop?” Kim said with a smile.

   “Not really, no.” Corscan grinned.

   “Corscan, would you please tell me how come I’m not hurt?”

   “You look pretty hurt to me.” Corscan joked.

   “I mean why I’m not really hurt badly. Unless I’m imagining things, you were waling on me pretty hard while we were fighting, and all I’ve got are a collection of admittedly very painful bruises, but nothing else, and it doesn’t make any sense.”

   “Force transference.” Corscan said simply.

   “Ummm, and that would be?” Kim asked, still in the dark.

   Corscan gave a single laugh in the back of her throat and said; “Come on, it’s easier to show you than to explain,” before leading Kim over to the wall. “Stand with your back to the wall an’ bend your knees a little so you’re pressed up against it all the way, ok?”

   Kim set her backpack down and did what Corscan asked her to do. Once she was in position Corscan moved in front of her and did a quick centering kata before settling into her odd stance.

   “Oh yeah, this’ll hurt too. You up to takin’ one more punch from me?” Corscan asked with a mischievous smile.

   “Heh… I’ve taken so many tonight, what’s one more?” Kim laughed back.

   “All right then, get ready.”

   Kim braced herself, tensing her abs, pushing back against the wall, and keeping her arms at her sides, trying to relax and prepare for the blow while keeping a tight control on her instincts so she wouldn’t flinch or try and block. Once she was ready, Kim gave a tight nod to Corscan, and the big woman nodded back before she spent a few moments preparing herself. Then with a sharp kiai Corscan slammed her fist into Kim’s stomach, hard and fast.

   Kim folded into the blow ever so slightly, and the power of it hurt and drove a little air out of her, despite her tensed stomach, but once again Kim was sure she wasn’t hurt nearly as much as she should be given the violence of the strike. At the same time the blow hit however, Kim also felt more than heard a hard thump from the wall behind her, and felt a sharp force in the small of her back from the heavy wooden paneling, as if it had bounced or something.

   “An’ there you go,” Corscan said, abandoning her stance and moving back from Kim.

   Kim coughed once and then stood up and stepped away from the wall.

   “Well, that was cool and all—not to mention painful—but I still don’t get it.” Kim said.

   “Look at the wall.”

   Kim nodded and turned, looking at the wall panel behind her carefully. A moment later she bent over and moved in close as she thought she saw something. From her new vantage point Kim saw that there was a hairline crack in the panel now, and running her fingers over the area, she detected a very shallow dent in the wood, vaguely the same size as a fist.

   “Is this… what I think it is?” Kim said, looking back at Corscan.

   “Yep.”

   Kim straightened and turned back to Corscan. “But how did you do it?”

   “You ever see one of those little desk toys with the suspended steel ball bearings? The ones where you pull one up an’ drop it an’ then the one on the other end jumps up an’ it keeps going back and forth?” Corscan asked, and Kim nodded.

   “Well, it’s just like that; force transference. It’s an advanced technique of [The Way]. Normally it’s used the other way around, when facin’ someone in armor; you send the force of your blows travelin’ through the armor to bypass its protection an’ hit ‘em hard on the inside, but, against an unarmored opponent, you can use it to pass most of the impact through them instead of into them. Or if you’re really, really good, an’ really nasty, it can be used to bypass the protection of bone an’ hit the heart an’ lungs inside the chest. True masters of the technique can even use it to bypass muscle an’ hit bone or internal organs with the full force of blows.”

   “Wow.” Kim said, impressed. “So, [the way], that’s the name of your style is it?” Kim winced as she realized how much she’d butchered the pronunciation of what she thought was a Chinese name, but Corscan just smiled and spent the next minute or so coaching her until she could say it right.

   “Yep, that’s it.” Corscan said, once Kim finally had it down.

   “Well I gotta say, this [The Way] seems like a totally spankin’ style, but, I know a lot about martial arts, and I’ve never even heard of it before. If it’s as good as it seems to be, why doesn’t everyone know it?”

   “Heh, well, for one, it’s kinda like bein’ in a secret club. The handful of masters that practice [The Way] are beyond picky about who they teach it to an’ who they tell about it. Y’know, the kind of picky that involves blood feuds an’ huntin’ down every last livin’ member of a bloodline an’ makin’ them not livin’ if a student proves themselves unworthy? That kind of picky. Then there’s the fact that learnin’ [The Way] can be hazardous to your health all by itself. Even folks that’re really skilled in the flawed styles usually can’t handle the trainin’. An’ by ‘can’t handle’ I mean survive without cripplin’ or killin’ themselves.”

   “Oh, I see. Yeah, I suppose that would make it pretty secret then.” Kim said. “Ahhh, if you don’t mind my asking, how exactly did you learn it?”

   “Friends in high places.” Corscan replied cryptically.

   When no further answer was forthcoming, Kim just studied Corscan for a long while before she came to a decision. Hesitantly, Kim asked; “Corscan, could you… I mean; would you be willing to… teach it to me?”

   Corscan smiled as she studied Kim in return for a bit before replying; “I suppose I could try. I haven’t ever tried to teach anyone [The Way] before, so I can’t really say if I can do it or not, but yeah, I could try. That is of course assumin’ you’ll want to have anythin’ to do with me afterwards…”

   “What do you mean?” Kim asked, confused.

   “Well, you’ve still got a debt to pay me, now don’t you?”

   “Oh, yeah, that.” Kim couldn’t believe that she had forgotten all about that part of the deal she had made with Corscan. “Well, it can’t really be that bad. What do you want me to do anyway?”

   This time it was Corscan’s turn to look hesitant. “Ahhh… I’m not sure if this is the best time to go into that. Maybe in a few days when you’ve had time to recover…”

   “What? No, I’m feeling fine now Corscan, really.”

   “I don’t know… I think—”

   Kim reached out and took hold of Corscan’s arm as she interrupted her. “Please Corscan, it’s bad enough that I lost tonight; don’t leave this hanging over my head too, I don’t think I could stand it.”

   Corscan looked down into Kim’s big, pleading fern-green eyes and hesitated, a strange play of emotion shifting through her gold-flecked hazel eyes in return. Then she turned towards Kim and softly sighed before saying; “All right then. It’s really very simple Kim. I want you.”

   Yeah, yeah, c’mon, stop dragging it out already! Just tell me; you want me to do what? Kim was still mentally prodding Corscan along when the big woman leaned in, slipped her left arm around Kim’s waist and pulled her close while taking the back of her neck in her right hand. Kim’s eyes grew wide as saucers as Corscan tilted her head back and claimed her lips in a deep and deeply sensual kiss.
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