Genesis flexed her fingers and stared at Naomi. Naomi smirked as they circled each other, but Genesis kept her face blank. No one could read her. Not even after the hit to her ribs.

“What are you waiting for? Come on, baby girl, hit me,” Naomi taunted, her grin starting to twitch.

Genesis didn’t move.

Naomi growled. “Fine. Have it your way.” She lunged, fists flying. But every punch she threw—Genesis blocked. Left, right, uppercut—blocked again.

The other angels watching leaned forward.

Naomi snarled, swinging harder. Genesis ducked, spun, and her kick slammed into Naomi’s side. Naomi stumbled, teeth gritted.

Genesis shot forward—lightning fast—flipped over Naomi’s shoulder and landed behind...