EPILOGUE

First she took a tentative swing at her opponent, then, still testing the other woman's weaknesses, threw a few more punches and a kick, all of which were blocked.

"Don't be afraid to hit me. It'll only hold you back."

She dropped to the floor and swung her leg, hoping to connect with the back of her opponent's knees. Instead, the swing of her leg sent the teen spinning crazily into the ground.

"Here, take a break," Helena said, tossing May a towel. "You did pretty good."

"Yeah, if you say so," she replied disheartenedly.

Helena twisted the lid off her bottle of water and took a sip, thoughtful. "So you didn't get me. You probably would have hit Dinah a couple of times," she laughed. "You're actually pretty strong for your age, you know. I've seen you training with the punching bag. Besides, you're just starting out. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."

"Is this praise I hear coming from the mighty Huntress?"

"I was just telling her how she could have kicked your ass."

"Well, dinner's ready. Lily made fajitas," Dinah said, turning back towards the kitchen. "Last one there has to eat Barbara's rice!"

"In that case," Helena said, "I'm out of here!"

"Wait for me!" May shouted, dashing after her.