Veer turned his head slowly to face the bull, eyes gleaming with mock patience.
"Sweetheart," he said, voice dripping with faux sympathy, "did you see what I’ve had to deal with because of you? First Mammotha, now this dumbass bull."
He dragged out the last words, sounding like a spoiled kid who didn’t get his way.
Kaya just rolled her eyes at him—no words needed.
The bull, freshly ignored and clearly irritated, snapped,
"Who the hell are you calling dumbass?"
Veer smiled, unbothered, and stepped forward, his hand lightly patting the bull’s collar like he was calming a wild animal.
"Come on, man," Veer said, grinning. "Relax, relax. You’re a dumbass, but what can we do?"
Suddenly, the bull’s patience snapped.
With a rough shove, he pushed Veer hard to the side.
Veer stumbled and fell to the ground, his hands hitting the dirt to steady himself.
Without missing a beat, he glanced up at Kaya and called out,
"Sweetheart, aren’t you going to do something?"
Kaya crossed her arms, smirk playing on her lips as she shrugged.
"Well, what can I do? It’s not my father’s land."
Cutie and Vayu, standing close by, were trembling so hard they looked like they might melt into the ground.
They exchanged glances, silently swearing never to taunt Kaya again—not after this.
Veer laughed, shaking his head with admiration.
"As expected of my sweetheart."
With a sudden burst of energy, he sprang to his feet and delivered a brutal kick to the bull’s stomach.
Bam!
The bull flew backward several feet, crashing hard to the ground with a heavy thud.
Veer barely had time to steady himself when the bull rose with a roar, eyes blazing like molten fire.
The ground seemed to shake beneath his massive hooves as he charged.
Veer’s muscles tensed. With a swift sidestep, he dodged the bull’s first brutal swing—an enormous fist aimed to crush him.
The air whooshed as the blow missed by inches, slamming into the wooden stalls behind them and splintering crates like dry twigs.
Veer retaliated with a quick jab to the bull’s ribs, his fist connecting with a solid thud.
The bull grunted but barely flinched—his thick hide absorbing most of the blow.
With a snarl, the bull swung again, this time a powerful uppercut aimed to send Veer flying.
Veer ducked low and swept his leg around, trying to trip the beastman.
The bull stumbled but quickly regained balance, spinning around to catch Veer’s foot with a crushing stomp that nearly shattered the ground.
Veer grunted, pain shooting up his leg, but he used the moment to leap onto the bull’s massive thigh, scrambling up toward his broad shoulders.
The bull bellowed, bucking wildly, trying to throw Veer off.
Veer clung tight, punching and scratching, looking for any weakness.
Suddenly, the bull flung him off with a savage shake.
Veer flew through the air, hitting the ground hard but rolling smoothly to lessen the impact.
Both men paused—Veer breathing heavily, eyes locked on the bull who stood, chest heaving, ready to charge again.
Just as the bull charged straight at Veer, closing the distance with a furious roar, a sharp, swift kick suddenly slammed into his stomach.
The impact forced the beastman to stagger back several meters away from Veer.
Though the bull quickly regained his footing, his eyes flicked upward—and there stood Kaya.
She had raised her leg in a perfect fighting stance, her gaze fierce, signaling one clear message: Put it down.
The crowd fell into stunned silence, watching the woman who had just challenged the beastman with unwavering courage.
Kaya fixed her eyes on the bull, raised a single finger, and beckoned him forward—a mocking invitation dripping with fearless defiance.
The bull snarled and rolled forward, lunging toward Kaya with raw fury.
But Kaya didn’t back down.
Instead, she charged straight at him, fists ready, and delivered a powerful punch squarely to his face.
The crowd gasped, frozen in shock.
Even Veer, still on the ground, sat up slowly, a smile creeping across his face.
Veer tilted his head, eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him.
There—Kaya.
She had already landed three, maybe four solid punches to the bull’s face, each one swift and sharp.
What shocked him wasn’t just the strength—it was the control.
The bull hadn’t even touched her.
Kaya, slim and quick on her feet, was using every inch of her small frame as an advantage. She darted in and out of reach like smoke slipping through fingers.
In one fluid move, she leapt upward, climbed onto the bull’s shoulders, and grabbed one of his horns to steady herself.
Then—crack!—she struck him hard right at the base of his thick neck.
The bull roared and twisted, trying to grab her, but she was already gone—flipping behind him like a shadow, landing light-footed as if she weighed nothing.
The more the bull flailed in anger, the more control Kaya seemed to gain.
Blinded by rage, the beastman glanced toward a nearby tree.
With a guttural growl, he charged, planning to slam Kaya—still clinging to his head—into the trunk to knock her off.
But the second he got close—
Whoosh!
Kaya launched herself off his head, flipped midair, and landed gracefully behind him.
The bull’s horns—both—rammed into the thick bark with a loud crack, getting stuck deep in the trunk.
The whole market watched in stunned silence.
Kaya stood behind him, tilted her head slightly in mock sympathy... then raised her hand again and beckoned.
Another invitation. Another taunt.
Veer let out a low whistle.
"Thats my love".
From the very beginning—when Veer had first stepped up and traded blows with the bull—Kaya hadn’t just been standing there.
No.
She had been watching.
Eyes sharp, expression unreadable, arms folded across her chest like she was just another bystander. But behind that calm gaze, her mind was already in motion.
She wasn’t watching the fight for entertainment—
She was studying it.
Every move the bull made, every sloppy swing of his fists, every time he left his sides open—she was counting.
Not seconds.
Weaknesses.