Go offensive

You push yourself up from the mat, shaking your head hard to clear the ringing in your ears. Anger and embarrassment burn hotter than the pain in your back. No way she’s turning this around on me.

“Let’s go!” you growl, rushing forward to take the fight back.

You throw a heavy right hand, trying to overwhelm her with power and reclaim control. But you’re still dazed. Your timing is off, your movements sluggish. Kira slips the punch easily and counters with a crisp left hook that snaps your head to the side.

Before you can reset, she’s already on you.

A sharp kick to your lead thigh makes your leg buckle. You try to clinch her to slow things down, but she ducks under your arms and drives a brutal knee into your stomach. The air explodes out of you. You double over, gasping.

Kira doesn’t let up for even a second.

She grabs the back of your head and pulls you into a vicious barrage of knees—two to the body, one to the head. Each impact lands heavier than the last. You try to block, but your arms feel slow and heavy. Another knee crashes into your jaw, and the world spins.

You stagger backward. Kira follows like a predator.

A hard push kick to the chest sends you stumbling into the ropes. The moment you bounce off them, she meets you with a devastating combination: jab, cross, uppercut. The uppercut lifts you slightly onto your toes before you crash back down to the canvas.

You try one last **** offensive push—lunging forward with a wild swing—but Kira times it perfectly. She sidesteps and slams a brutal elbow into the side of your head. Your legs completely give out.

You drop hard to the mat, landing on your back.

Kira mounts you and rains down strike after strike. You try to cover up, but your defense is crumbling. Forearms, elbows, and heavy fists hammer against your guard. Each blow rattles your brain. Your arms grow weaker until they flop uselessly to the sides.

The beating continues until you can barely move. All you can do is groan loudly with every impact, your body twitching and rolling weakly on the canvas. Your vision blurs. Pain throbs through your head, ribs, and jaw. You’re completely helpless now, reduced to rolling onto your side and curling up as Kira stands over you, breathing hard but clearly in total control.