C258 You Stole My I Stole Yours

Alain delivered a heavy punch to Doyle's stomach.

Luckily, Alain's intent wasn't lethal, merely disciplinary; otherwise, that blow could have been fatal for Doyle.

Sent flying, Doyle hit the wall like a tapestry and slumped to the ground.

Gasping for air, his vision was engulfed in darkness.

Little did he expect Alain to express her elation with a literal iron fist.

As a professional warrior