Lennon steps backward, and then she bows and extends a hand. “May I have this dance?”

Carra’s smile widens at the way they sound together, and at the now screaming, practically feral crowd. “That we don’t talk anymore. We don’t talk anymore. We don’t talk anymore, like we used to do. We don’t love anymore. What was all of it for? Oh we don’t talk anymore like we used to do.”

Zenith grunts when he punches her, but she front kicks him hard in the chest, and she steps in to uppercut his jaw. Then she comes down with a hammerfist to the back of his head.