Catfight: Joyce vs Upsilon Part 1

You blinked in amazement; you couldn't see a thing. The two girls that had been standing before you were practically unseeable, with you only being able to catch two blurs darting around the parking lot. You wouldn't even be able to tell who is who if not for the pair of glasses that Joyce handed you, showing two target markers indicting which girl was which blur. As the two fought, you could do nothing but stand helplessly by the sidelines as things went down.

The two girls rushed toward each other, Upsilon having followed the Scottish girl's lead upon seeing her advance at her. Joyce prepared to throw out a haymaker, raising her right fist up in preparation. Upsilon, in return, responded by mimicking her, raising her right fist up to meet Joyce's attack. While Joyce was physically impressive, being superior to most humans out there through her rigorous training, it was clear to Upsilon that even in her current state, she was the more impressive of the two. The android girl was just ever so slightly faster than Joyce; the two girls were mere moments from getting into each other's ranges, with Upsilon closing that distance faster than the agent. Both opponents were prepared to deck each other in the face, and the one that would land their attack first would be Upsilon. Or at least that's what the robot girl thought.

To Upsilon's surprise, Joyce suddenly circled her right arm around before holding it down to her side and swinging her left leg up to Upsilon's head. Upsilon, completely caught off guard by the fakeout, could barely muster out a gasp before Joyce's shin slammed into her face. Upsilon was the physically superior one between the two of them; Joyce knew this. If the two of them were to match each other, blow for blow, Upsilon would always come out on top. So, to land the first attack in this battle, Joyce would need superior range. It was a basic move in martial arts, but a feint punch into a kick was a rather effective move to perform, especially against an unskilled opponent. By using the superior length of her legs, Joyce was able to land her attack first while keeping the robot out of range for her own attack, despite Upsilon's speed. With the added bonus of catching her opponent off-guard, Joyce now had her opponent completely open for a continued ****. The secret agent pushed her leg off of the robot girl's face, sending her reeling back. It was rather interesting for Joyce; despite the girl being completely robotic, she was still visibly wincing in pain, as if she were actually feeling the **** of her attack. From what Joyce had studied, Upsilon pretended to be human, mimicking how they'd react to different scenarios with unparalleled accuracy, but it was still odd to her that she was still keeping up this act while in battle. Most other robots would simply shrug off the attack as if it were nothing. Yet here was Upsilon, pretending to be in pain from a simple kick to the face. She was truly remarkable for an android, something that Joyce wished she'd be able to marvel at if it weren't for the fact that her origins remained a mystery and that her life was a complete and utter bore. To still act human even in a scenario like this... Joyce's lips arched up into a smirk. It was her loss if she wanted that disadvantage.

Quickly making use of the reeling back Upsilon, Joyce closed in the small gap between the two of them, throwing out a punch directly into where Upsilon's diaphragm should be. Still in the midst of recovering from one attack, Upsilon buckled over and let out a grunt upon Joyce's fist connecting with her chest. The agent didn't let up her **** and took hold of the right sleeve of Upsilon's cardigan before forcing her arm up. Joyce then moved to Upsilon's side in order to elbow her in the "ribs." Joyce followed this up with a knee to the hip. The agent then dunked under Upsilon's arm in order to maneuver behind her. Slamming her forearm against the robot's back, Joyce shoved Upsilon forward while not relinquishing her hold of Upsilon's sleeve, forcing the android's right hand to be pulled into the sleeve of her pink sweater. Joyce then performed a front kick aimed at Upsilon's left leg. The heel of Joyce's foot rammed into the back of Upsilon's left knee, causing her leg to buckle and forcing her into a kneeling position. Joyce then wretched Upsilon's right arm back by pulling on her sleeve, which left her right side completely open.

With her right arm busy at the moment and Joyce quickly closing in from behind, Upsilon threw out an elbow with her left arm in a **** attempt to ward Joyce off. Though the agent wasn't fazed in the slightest, she simply intercepted the attack by stomping at her Upsilon's elbow with her left foot, pushing the android's arm back in place. The impact from the two blows colliding sounded off like a gunshot. A sharp pain crawled up Joyce's ankle, causing the agent's eye to twitch slightly. It wasn't anything serious, nothing she couldn't walk off, but it was the first bit of damage that she received in this battle, and it would be the last she takes if she had anything to do with it. Using her free hand, Joyce grabbed the back of Upsilon's dull red hair. "It's over." Joyce stated before the lines of energy on her gloves began to glow brighter than before. Upon reaching their peak brightness, the gloves emitted a blue pulse that encompassed Upsilon's entire body.

This hadn't been the first time that Joyce had faced off against an android. During her first mission, at eleven years old, she encountered a terminator-esque robot and was **** to fight for her life against it. Due to lacking the proper equipment at the time, she had to tear the thing apart practically with her bear hands. After that moment, Joyce commissioned W to create a way to dispatch a robot in a quick manner. Thus, W created these gloves for the sole purpose of technologically enhanced individuals, with one of its capabilities being that they can release an electromagnetic pulse the size of whatever target the gloves make contact with, permanently shutting off any electronic device unlucky to be caught in the grasp of its user.

Joyce released her grasp of Upsilon's hair, letting the android slump forward. Listening to the sounds of whatever power source lay within the robot do its presumed final rotations before it finally lost all momentum, the secret agent grabbed the bottom of her left glove and tugged it down to tighten it around her hand. "Mission comp-" Joyce began, before being interrupted by Upsilon suddenly springing back up and whipping around to face Joyce. "-plete!!!" The agent blurted out in surprise, only being able to finish her sentence before the robot struck a blow directly into her face.

It sounded like a cannon had just gone off. It was a mighty blow, for sure, one that had hit Joyce square in the face and sent her flying backward into the air. Was this punch equal to the one Upsilon had tried to strike Sam with earlier, the one that had pulverized the class room's concrete into a fine dust? Nay! It was one many times more powerful than that.

Upsilon let out a sigh as she watched Joyce's body hit the ground. She was relieved that the fight was over; that was nice at the very least. This whole situation was unneeded, and perhaps killing the Scottish girl was a bit excessive, but she did seem rather dangerous. She, Sam, and whatever annoying organization they worked for probably weren't going to let her live a peaceful life if they reported their discovery... Speaking of which. The robot girl turned around to look over to the man of the hour, who was still standing there ass naked in the middle of the parking lot. Upsilon grimaced in disgust; she hadn't meant to strip him naked; the last thing she was interested in was to see him standing before her, dong out. Upsilon didn't have much of a relationship with him now that she thought about it, despite knowing him all the back since kindergarten; honestly, she probably would've never guessed that he'd work for a secret organization if you told her that he was hiding a massive secret in his life. Though perhaps that's mindset is a bit ironic of her, since she herself was hiding a double life of sorts. Nonetheless, she'll have to still punch a hole through him since she can't just leave him alive either. Though there was a slight twinge in Upsilon's "heart" at the thought of killing Sam, he did have a rather close group of friends, and as far as she could tell, his family was very much real, so it's not like him dying or disappearing would go unnoticed.

Upsilon supposed she had plenty of time to think about it since he was practically frozen from her perspective. It was rather interesting how her perception of time changed depending on how fast she was moving. Guess it was actually a good thing to have since it means she isn't constantly seeing everything in slow motion, or when she does need to move at impossible speeds, she isn't running into things due to reaction time being far slower than the rest of her. Though it does lead to the odd few moments where she accidentally taps into superhuman reflexes for a fraction of a second, causing everything around her to slow down. But thinking about that reminded the robot girl of a rather pressing question. Sam had been able to avoid one of the punches. Despite how fast she was moving, he avoided a blow to his head; it was as if he was standing in front of her one moment, and then in the next, he was to her side with the wall in front of her destroyed instead of his head. Perhaps there was more to him than she initially thought.

The robot girl slowly, or at least slowly from her perspective, made her way over to Sam. While doing so, Upsilon glanced down at the knuckles of her right hand and gently rubbed them as if they were in pain. Truthfully, despite being a robot, Upsilon still felt pain. It wasn't physical, but instead psychological. Something that she ignores if she doesn't focus on it, but why would she ever not focus on it? Pain is just part of being human; sure, if the pain is intense enough, you might need something to dull it out, but overall, pain exists to tell you that something is wrong; that there's a sudden, harmful change to your environment. She was just happy that the skin over her knuckles didn't tear open; just imaging what that would feel like was enough to make her cringe. She wasn't used to using this much strength; there was never a need for it in her everyday life, though despite this, Upsilon did know that she was more than strong enough to tear through her skin suit if she were to go all out. She hadn't the slightest clue as to what that limit was; at the very least, the artificial skin around her body was bulletproof and could potentially survive a rocket-propelled grenade being fired at it without being damaged. Which was good for her since this meant she didn't have to imagine what a cut would feel like. There was also the fact that grafting a new set of skin was an annoyingly long process. At Upsilon's current size, the creation of a full-body skin suit took around two full days to complete. What made things difficult was that the machine didn't do repairs; it only created things from scratch, which meant if Upsilon's skin suit ever got a large tear on it, she'd have to make a new suit from scratch rather than just fixing up the one area that was damaged. A fact she knew about thanks to her brother constantly using the machine every time his got damaged, though he has it much easier than she does since his preset on the machine makes only the face and artificial hair that he wears. That geezer was practically a walking armoury with the way his body was designed. Unlike her, he doesn't try to fit in with society, only bothering to put on a trench coat, pair of gloves, and boots over his cybernetics if he's going to make a public appearance. He really needs to get a hobby or something; she worries for him at times.

Those skin suits also had a secondary use; besides masking her robotic appearance, they also shielded her from being short-circuited by an E.M.P. going off. Something that Upsilon had doubted she'd ever encounter in her life, up until this very moment. It's not like she was complaining about the bonus feature. Had it not been for her skinsuit, she would've been a dead woman, thanks to Joyce Barnes. Joyce was another student that Upsilon didn't really think that much of. She was intelligent, somewhat athletic, and had somewhat of a charisma to her, but overall she came off as just someone who blended into a crowd, something that Upsilon could appreciate in this school. It turns out she was one hell of a woman, though. Upsilon paused her walk momentarily to glance in the agents location, wanting to give her body a lookover since she was on the topic of her mind. In the midst of turning her around, Upsilon found herself being struck in the face with a right hook straight to her jaw.

The android let out a grunt of pain as she took a step back in order to distance herself from her assailant, which turned out to be Joyce, who wasn't a corpse laying a few feet away from her but instead very much alive and standing up her two feet. Upsilon rubbed her jaw, attempting to soothe the "pain" coursing through it. Joyce still being well and alive was surprising on its own, but one thing that was currently on the robot girl's mind was that she hadn't known that Joyce had gotten up. Due to having her back turned to the secret agent, she wouldn't have seen her getting up; that made sense, but how did she not hear her moving toward her? It doesn't matter how careful Joyce had been while getting up and advancing at her; she should've still made some noise while doing it, right?

Among the agents of E.N.F., there were many who were proficient in the art of stealth, yet there was only one who had truly mastered it. An agent who had gained the ability to move around the battlefield silently, avoiding making even the slightest sound as they darted around in the shadows. An ability that is only restricted by their own desire to let their footfalls be heard was not due to the aid of some device or something taught and refined by the most experienced of agents, but instead something discovered by Joyce Barnes. Was this ability that Joyce had developed a result of her seven years of experience going on high-level missions? Nay! Perhaps it was a result of using W's event simulator to constantly hone her skills to their utmost peak? Nay! Was it the tutelage from her wonderful instructors that had awakened this abnormal skill? Nay! Nay! Nay!!! The ability that was discovered and mastered by the one and only Joyce Barnes, something that even the most experienced of agents would never be able to even gain with a hundred more years worth of training, was developed far before she even went on her first mission. At just the age of six, Joyce had figured out how to move around completely silently. A silence so overwhelming that not even her own impressive hearing could pick up her own footsteps. Often times, the young Joyce would use this ability to move around the home base of E.N.F. headquarters late at night in order to spy on the male agents playing rugby. It was a bit naughty of her to be staying up past curfew, rather unexpected from the now-ever obedient agent of E.N.F. today. She had founded an invaluable skill on a complete accident and claimed it as her own, and as such, she had dubbed that ability of hers 'Extra Quiet Walking'.... Despite naming clearly not being her strong suit, she seems to really like the name she chose for it.

Joyce watched as small droplets of blood trickled out of her left nostril. It had been quite a bit since she last had a bloody nose. Given who she was fighting, she was surprised she had gotten off easy with something as simple as a jab to the face. Did she not have any firepower on her? Or was she holding back on her? It would take more than a mere punch to take her out. The fact that Upsilon was walking away from her as well indicates that she's unable to pick up vitals, nor did she have a program that could simulate probabilities and outcomes. If that were the case, then that would mean for sure that Upsilon is only designed for infiltration and not direct combat. All she could do was basic hand-to-hand combat, which would mean that Joyce had the advantage.

Both girls locked eyes with one another once more for a brief moment before darting at each other. The robot girl closed the distance first, throwing out a mighty right hook toward the agent. Joyce responded by raising her left arm up, blocking the blow directed toward her head; her fingers twitched slightly in agony from the pain coursing through her arms. Despite getting her attack blocked, the android remained undeterred, following up with a fast jab... Which Joyce easily avoided by stepping off to the side, causing Upsilon to lose balance. Her attacks were unbelievably sloppy; she was nearly putting all her body weight into her punches. It was as if she were mimicking someone fighting without knowing the basics, as if she had never been in a fight her entire life.

Making use of how badly Upsilon whiffed her attack, Joyce grabbed the back of the robot girl's pick cardigan and pulled it over her head, obstructing her vision as well as just generally being uncomfortable. With her hand still holding onto the article of clothing, the secret agent pulled Upsilon close to her while she attempted to fix her sweater and unleashed a series of punches down onto the android's head. To be honest, this felt more like bullying than an outright fight, as if the Scottish girl wasn't taking this nearly as seriously as she needed to, but that's what happens when there's a rather large gap in skill.

Joyce's barrage of punches would come to an abrupt end when Upsilon, in a literal blind panic, slapped away one of Joyce's fists. While the attack was completely pathetic, the strength behind it was not, as it **** Joyce's entire torso to jerk back with her right arm. It had almost felt like her arm was moments away from dislocating from her shoulder, given how fast and violently it had been sent flying backward. Not letting her arm distract her, Joyce turned her attention back to the robot, who was now peering at her from under the cardigan, which had been moved slightly, just enough that her left eye was exposed. Brown eye met with blue as Upsilon glared sharply at the secret agent.

Joyce quickly weaved to the side once more to avoid a rather **** punch from Upsilon. Despite how awkward her circumstances were, it seemed the robot girl was learning rather fast since this time around her punch wasn't anywhere near as sloppy as before. She wasn't as close to nearly throwing herself into the ground with her own attacks as she was previously, but her form was a complete mess with her still leaving herself wide open. Joyce's eyes darted down to the android's legs, and her feet were widely spaced apart. The secret agent quickly stomped her left foot forward, placing it in between the gap between Upsilon's legs before bending it and raising it upward, kneeing Upsilon right in the groin. Then, using how close she was to the robot, Joyce brought her right arm up, her elbow pointing toward Upsilon. With her free hand, Joyce clasped it around the fist of her right hand and pushed it, causing her elbow to fly forward, jabbing it into Upsilon's throat. The **** of the attack caused the robot girl to stumble backward a bit. Not relenting, Joyce followed up with the finisher to her combo, jabbing Upsilon directly in her left cheek, sticking out the thumb of her right hand into Upsilon's eye as she twisted her fist into the android's cheek, causing her thumb to really dig into her eye. To finish things off, Joyce shifted all her weight into her punch after it had connected, allowing her to throw Upsilon down onto her back once she was done.

This combination of attacks was a favourite of Joyce's, though this time around she made a slight altercation to how she'd normally perform it. Typically she'd gouge into the eye of her opponent using her nail, but due to the presence of the sharp tips at the end of each of her fingers, Joyce opted to use them instead. The end result still remains the same, an utterly devested enemy. By targeting the three most **** spots on the body, Joyce will leave anyone hit by the combinations flat on their ass without giving them a chance of getting up again. It was her way of guaranteeing a fight would end.

So, much to the agent's surprise, just as soon as Upsilon hit the ground, the robot girl sprang up and charged right at Joyce. Earlier she had shown clear signs that she felt pain, so she should've been left laying on the ground in agony. Well, since her perception of pain is purely psychological, Upsilon was simply able to distract herself from it by focusing on something. An unyielding rage.

Upsilon lunged forward, taking a swipe at the agent, who managed to avoid the full brunt of the attack by leaning backward, the nail of the robot girl's middle finger having barely scratched deep enough into Joyce's left cheek to draw blood. While she didn't quite have the analytical prowess that Han had, Joyce was still able to anticipate her opponents next move thanks to her strong hearing. By focusing on a specific individual and tuning out the surrounding environment, Joyce can listen in on the inner workings of their body. She can hear the shifting of bones, muscles stretching and contorting, the beating of the hearts, the sound of blood flowing through veins, and if she's close enough and really gets into the zone, she can potentially hear her brain synapses crackling. All of this gives Joyce a decent idea of what her opponent's next move will be. And while Upsilon's biology is far different than that of a living thing, Joyce is still able to predict her next move thanks to having stalked her. Pistons shifting, metal plates lightly clacking against each other, and her core whirring louder than normally whenever the android exerts herself. Not only that, but the fact that Upsilon's fighting skills are nonexistent doesn't make foretelling her next move that much of a challenge. She keeps aiming for the head with each strike; does she really not know how to change things up?

Joyce held back a scoff before retaliating with a hook to Upsilon's "ribs," followed by a cross to her midsection, and then an uppercut to the jaw using her elbow. Honestly, Joyce felt a bit weird about this whole situation. Not in that she felt bad for hurting Upsilon; no, it was her duty to decommission any potential threats to the common peace. It was more that she was taking this weird pleasure in beating up Upsilon. It felt rather euphoric to fight against someone who was an actual threat to her and be the one that's dominating the fight. N typically preferred to be assigned on missions that involved little to no direct conflict; hell, even on her very first field mission, she was never meant to be getting into a fight to the ****; she was supposed to be sticking to her godmother's side the entire time while she took care of business. But Joyce acceded to all expectations placed upon her; as such, E.N.F.'s administrator often butts heads with N over how she should be treated. Though the threats she faces during her missions greatly vary, one thing remains consistent Joyce hasn't had a real fight in ages.

N typically orders her to complete her missions with as little conflict as possible, but when it came time for Joyce to engage in combat, her foes were effortlessly defeated. It was odd to her; W.I.T.C.H. was supposed to be one of the strongest military powers out there, yet none of the supposed elite soldiers could barely put up a fight. The last time Joyce had actually been challenged in battle was when she was thirteen. It's been an entire five years since she's been contested in battle; it was strangely euphoric.

But before Joyce could ponder about her battle lust furthermore, her thoughts would be interrupted by Upsilon wrapping her hands around her throat and lifting the secret agent off of the ground. Joyce let out a course yelp as Upsilon squeezed her neck with a **** greater than any bench vise could hope to match. In a state of panic, Joyce began to pound on the android girl's arms in an attempt to free herself from her grasp, though Upsilon's hands would not budge. She was clearly seething, flashing her clenched teeth, furrowing her brows as low as they could go, the veins on her skinsuit visibly popping to match the rising of blood pressure; there was even what appeared to be saliva dripping out of her mouth. Upsilon's left eye was closed shut due to the irritation that Joyce jabbing her finger into it caused.

Upsilon's grasp tightened more and more by the moment, completely closing Joyce's airway. The Scottish girl let moan of pain as her eyes began to lose vision from the asphyxiation. Slowly, Upsilon's rage began to lessen as she watched Joyce lose the ability to struggle. She wasn't a natural born killer, so **** someone to **** isn't exactly something fun to do, even if she decided to do it on the spur of the moment. Her rage was replaced with a form of disgust, not at herself or toward Joyce, but just to the situation itself; even grip loosened up a bit, albeit just a little. Though apparently it was enough for Joyce, who, out of pure instinct, spread her arm out wide, catching Upsilon off guard.

The agent, in her oxygen-deprived state, performed a bell clap, slamming the palms of her hands against Upsilon's ear, discombobulating her. In that moment, Upsilon released grip entirely, allowing Joyce to begin to fall to the ground. Joyce hadn't been thinking in the slightest; normally she would've doubted something like that would've worked on a robot, but she was glad it did. She was glad that she'd have a moment to catch her breath. Or at least, so she thought, since Upsilon recovered rather quickly from her discombobulation, grabbing hold of Joyce's blazer before she could hit the ground.

This was starting to get really annoying for Upsilon. First she gets stalked for the better half of a month, then today she receives a forged note in her locker tricking her into staying at school late, where it was then revealed that two bozos found out her secret as a robot, and now here she was fighting one of them. Right about now she should be walking back home to enjoy some free time with Lili before work starts. Hopefully this doesn't carry out for so long that she actually ends up late to work; it's not that she particularly cares about the job itself, but getting reprimanded would make a bad evening even worse. Upsilon's grip tightened further in frustration; she really needs to end this battle fast before this girl actually becomes an issue.

With Joyce's blazer firmly secured in her grip, Upsilon spun around rapidly, taking the secret agent along on the ride. Upon completing six rotations, Upsilon released her grip, sending Joyce flying from the momentum she had built up. The Scottish flew through the air for a brief moment before crashing into a car that was parked behind school back first, crumpling its hood. Joyce let out a course wheeze of pain, her gaze focused on the sky above her in a dazed state caused both by the pain and from how fast she was spun around. This was fine; she could sleep this off tomorrow, definitely. Joyce wouldn't remain dazed for very long, for the alarm of the car suddenly blaring out would snap her right out of it. With an annoyed groan, Joyce used her elbows to prop herself up on the car's hood and looked toward her opponent. To her surprise, Upsilon was down on the ground, holding herself up with her knees after what she could guess was the robot having managed to trip after having lost balance upon throwing her. The android was panting hard with what appeared to be sweat running down her face; Joyce grimaced at the sight; she was out of breath from throwing her; that's rather pathetic given that she's fully mechanical; exhaustion shouldn't even be so much of a worry, never mind an actual issue to face.

With both girls taking the opportunity to take a breath, Joyce prioritized shutting that damn alarm off first and foremost. The secret agent slammed the palm of her hand on the car's crumpled hood, the lines on her gloves glowing brightly before emitting an E.M.P., killing the engine and relieving Joyce's ears of that horrible noise. She was happy that worked, not that she doubted W's craftsmanship, but after seeing as the initial attempts to shut Upsilon down were a failure, part of her doubted that the glove's main feature functioned properly. Though with it disabling the car, Joyce can now be sure that it isn't the gloves that were the problem, but instead that Upsilon was protected from electromagnetic pulses somehow. Whatever, that was fine; the gloves had other features to them to assist her against a robotic enemy; not only that, Joyce had brought along some extra gear that could be of use. If none of that works, she could always just decommission Upsilon by hand, the old-fashioned way. Next up was to check on Sam; Joyce turned her to the side, locating her partner almost immediately in this practically barren parking lot. The boy was currently blinking in confusion as his gaze shifted between the resting Joyce and Upsilon. The Scottish girl cocked an eyebrow up; she mused for a second about how it seemed like he was having difficulties following the fight and how this was the first time he had seen her in action. Though those matters didn't concern much, what did was that he was still doing fine and that those glasses were still resting on the bridge of his nose; after all, they were her last resort... Sam looked rather nice wearing nothing but a pair of glasses.

After briefly making eye contact with her informant, Joyce shook her head to regain focus on her main goal. Sitting up fully this time around, Joyce was moments away from throwing herself off the car's hood but stopped herself upon her eyes locking onto an Upsilon who had positioned herself in a three-point stationary stance, preparing to spring at her full ****. The second that Upsilon's feet kicked herself off the ground, the asphalt beneath her cracked with debris being launched upward from the **** of Upsilon barreling forward. Though it may have looked like Upsilon was planning to tackle Joyce, her method of attack was revealed when she hopped up with her left knee pointed ahead of the rest of her body. Joyce's eyes widened as she desperately scrambled backward up the car's hood to avoid a collision with the robot's knee. With her back pressed up against the windshield of the car, Joyce quickly tucked in her leg to prevent them from being hit by Upsilon's flying knee, which had crumpled the car further, deforming the entire front area into a U-shape upon colliding with it.

The windshield from behind Joyce cracked from the impact, sending glass shards flying as the car slid backward a few feet. Luckily for Joyce, her tailored-made "school uniform" was able to protect the glass's attempt at cutting her skin, though from the **** that they were launched, the glass did manage to leave some minor tears in the back of her outfit. Making use of her tucked-in position, Joyce gripped onto the cowl of the car before kicking out her legs, slamming the heels of shoes into Upsilon's face, causing the robot girl to stumble backward.

Letting go of the car's cowl, Joyce let her body drop into the newly created gap in the front overhang of the car. Upon her feet touching the ground, the secret agent immediately broke out into a sprint, dashing full speed ahead toward Upsilon before leaping at her head first, arms positioned outward to grab hold of the android. Joyce's finger gripped hold of Upsilon's hair, allowing the Scottish girl to swing her lower body upward. For a brief moment, Joyce balanced herself atop Upsilon's hair, a moment that would come to an end when Joyce swung her body back down to Upsilon's back, suddenly and forcefully craning Upsilon's neck all the way backward while also slamming her heel into the back of the android knees, once more forcing Upsilon to drop down. Not having released her grip on Upsilon's hair, Joyce let in a mighty inhale, causing her cheeks to puff out as every muscle in her body prepared themselves to throw the robot girl. The moment the agent exhaled, she arched her body forward and tossed the a hundred seventy-one kilogram android a meter into the air. Not wasting a second, Joyce immediately followed this up by springing her left leg upward, striking the spiraling Upsilon in the neck as she began to drop down.

The impact caused Upsilon to slide across the asphalt, tearing off a sleeve from her pink cardigan. The redhead let out a cough as she picked herself off the ground, rubbing the section of her neck where Joyce's kick had struck. She was getting her ass beat pretty badly; even she could tell that at this point, but it wasn't like there was anything stopping her from continuing the fight, so Upsilon decided to press onward; she'd get her chance to attack once more, even if it did mean getting beat for a little while more.

Seeing Upsilon rise up once more, Joyce quickly sprang forward, smashing her fist against Upsilon's jaw with a quick jab, followed by a cross to her midsection. The android raised her arms up to shield her face and chest, though that didn't stop Joyce from continuing to wail on Upsilon with her fist, letting out a barrage of punches on Upsilon's body; Joyce's fist slammed against the wall that Upsilon created with her arms, attempting to push past her defense to land blows straight on against her face, neck, and chest. The robot girl's body began to quiver with each strike, the pain beginning to overwhelm her. Joyce couldn't help but smirk at the sight; the sound of Upsilon's metal plates rattling beneath her skin and the hisses of pain she'd let out every time a punch was landed were weirdly pleasant to listen to. Since she was young, she always found trust in using her fist in a fight. While E.N.F. taught her to use anything and everything as a weapon, including every part of her body, Joyce always found comfort in punching something whenever she was in a sparring match or actually engaged in combat. Punches were her specialty, with her getting nineteen thousand two hundred joules on the punching machine at the age of twelve, the highest in her age category in her organization. Her reliance on punches in a fight had gotten so bad that she had begun to neglect the rest of her training. Of course, she quickly snapped out of that habit of only striking her opponents with her fists; they still carried a certain weight to them that she couldn't produce by performing other techniques. And with this being Joyce's first real fight in half a decade, it seemed old habits were being picked up.

Joyce's unrelenting barrage continued to rain down on Upsilon, going as far as to begin to push the robot girl back despite her best efforts to stand her ground, her feet cracking the asphalt beneath them as they pushed against it. Any second now, Upsilon's defense would drop, and Joyce would get the opportunity to sock her right in the face. At this point, Upsilon's cardigan had been reduced to pink ribbons, leaving her baby blue button up to begin to tear as it was now exposed to Joyce's merciless fists. The secret agent's listened in closely to her opponent, whatever her next move would be Joyce would be more than prepared for it. The second she heard a piston go off, or metal plate scrape, or that core spin faster, she'd be ready with the perfect counter attack. And, as soon the sleeves to Upsilon's shirt feel to the ground, the robot girl finally decided to retaliate; throwing both her arms out in a **** attempt to strike Joyce in the face, which the agent was ready for, easily weaving past Upsilon's flailing arms and getting up nice and close to Upsilon, her fist raised, ready to crash right into Upsilon's nose.

Joyce couldn't help but smirk, Upsilon always aimed for the head, it was so ungodly predictable that it was almost cute in how pathetic it was. Though that smirk was quickly wiped off Joyce's face when, quicker than she could possibly process, Upsilon slammed her forehead against face. Blood gushed out of the Scottish girl's nose as she looked down in confusion as blood trickled down to her chin, she hadn't heard or seen anything until the last moment. "Wha-?!" Joyce began to mutter before Upsilon's fist crashed into her forehead.

"Get down!" Upsilon cried as her blow threw Joyce to the ground, slightly cratering it beneath her back. The android girl began to pant from exhaustion as her tired arms hung limp in front of her. She should really exercise more often outside of gym class. She really wasn't built for this; honestly, the only thing distracting Upsilon from the pain in her arms was the anger at the loss of her cardigan. It was a gift from her brother! He said that he thought it looked comfortable and that it would look good on her; it was a really nice lounging garment, and to see it wrecked so pointlessly, it would've been smarter to have taken it off before fighting. Not only that, the cotton shirt she was wearing underneath was also in ruins, with the sleeves torn off and now massive in the back, splitting the shirt in half from when she performed that headbutt. The strap of her white bra and the rest of her back were now almost completely exposed; she would feel the breeze against her bare skin, a rather unpleasant feeling. So far her outfit had been making it through the fight, but now it had reached a point where it wasn't holding up, not even from her own attacks. At least her skin suit was still intact.

Upsilon noticed movement from beneath her, lowering her head to face the obvious culprit. She was very unamused to see that Joyce was still very much conscience, twitching the her body-shaped hole in the blacktop. "Come on, seriously?" Upsilon grumbled as she stared down at the secret agent, who matched her gaze, her blue eyes starring in intensely into the android's.

A cut had been opened up on the left side of Joyce's forehead, causing blood to run down around her eyelids even from a laying position. Upsilon's earlier attacks didn't hurt nearly as much, nor were they that fast; Joyce had thought that had that robotic piece of shit all figured out, but it turns she was holding back on her. The Scottish girl clenched her teeth into a grimace as her whole face contorted with rage. Was this some form of mockery? Did she think she was that pathetic? That wasn't worth her effort? That she was something to look down on with scorn?! Well, she'll show her!

Without warning, Joyce suddenly sprang off of the ground, launching herself high into the air with a twirl that had the same grace to it as an expert dancer. With a bemused expression, Upsilon's head tracked Joyce as she spun through the air until she eventually landed, though her confusion would only be furthered once she saw Joyce's stance. The Scottish girl stood peculiarly, standing on the balls of her feet with her one arm held down by her side and the other up guarding her head. Her hands were clenched into fists, so it was clear that this was meant to be a fighting stance of sorts, but for some odd reason Joyce was keeping her eyes closed shut, and it didn't seem like she had any intention of opening them again. Just what was she up to?