One punch.
Mercury helped her up, but Uranus had already run. Only pain lingered (her gut, her PRIDE) and those fucking words.
One punch.
It was weeks before Uranus stuck around long enough.
"I owe you one punch."
Uranus laughed. "You can try."
Jupiter did. Her first swings missed. Uranus was toying with her.
Big mistake.
Jupiter's right fist sank into Uranus's stomach, the left smashed her jaw.
Uranus landed in a heap. Jupiter offered her hand. When Uranus smacked it aside, Jupiter walked away.
"It took you two," Uranus yelled, taunting.
Jupiter didn't look back. "I owed you interest."