He barked a single word, "Traitor!" then threw a karate chop at Susan's head. She deflected it and his knuckles drove into the tile an inch from her ear. Pulverized tile peppered her body. Her right hand shot out to slam into his throat. His larynx collapsed beneath her prosthetic hand.
Pain and surprise washed over his features, and he staggered back a step, then caught himself and scanned her body. He had expected neither her speed nor her strength.
Half-turning, he kicked out, his boot aimed at her solar plexus. She sidestepped enough to avoid the kick, then planted her feet as firmly as possible on the blood-slicked tiles in Luna's one-sixth standard gravity and shifted her weight, simultaneously driving her right elbow into her attacker's knee.
Bone shattered beneath flesh and his face contorted in pain. He tried to cry out, but the only sound his ruined vocal cords could produce was a gurgle. He crumbled to the floor and propped himself up on one elbow, looked into her eyes. His gaze held a seething hatred greater than anything she had ever seen.
Without a word, the man fingered the pendant hanging about his neck, and silently disappeared.